The Captivi and the MostellariaPlautus, Titus Maccius
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The Captivi and the Mostellaria
Plautus, Titus Maccius
Latin drama (Comedy); Plautus, Titus Maccius -- Translations into English
THEU. (_to the_ ATTENDANTS). More away from here.
TRA. Don't you touch the house. Touch you the ground [1]
as well. (_Exeunt the_ ATTENDANTS.
THEU. I' faith, prithee, do speak out now.
TRA. Because it is now seven months that not a person has set foot
within this house, _and_ since we once for all left it.
THEU. Tell me, why so?
TRA. Just look around, whether there's any person to overhear our
discourse.
THEU. (_looking around_). All's quite safe.
TRA. Look around once more.
THEU. (_looking around_). There's nobody; now then, speak out. TRA. (_in
a loud whisper_). The house has been guilty of a capital offence [2].
THEU. I don't understand _you_. TRA. A crime, tell you, has
been committed _there_, a long while ago, one of olden time and ancient
date.
THEU. Of ancient date?
TRA. 'Tis but recently, in fact, that we've discovered this deed.
THEU. What is this crime, or who committed it? Tell me.
TRA. A host slew his guest, seized with his hand: he, I fancy, who sold
you the house.
THEU. Slew _him_?
TRA. And robbed this guest of his gold, and buried this guest there in
the house, on the spot.
THEU. For what reason do you suspect that this took place?
TRA. I'll tell _you_; listen. _One day_, when your son had dined away
from home, after he returned home from dining; we all went to bed, _and_
fell asleep. By accident, I had forgotten to put out my lamp; and he,
all of a sudden, called out aloud--
THEU. What person? My son?
TRA. Hist! hold your peace: just listen. He said that a dead man came to
him in his sleep--
THEU. In his dreams, then, you mean?
TRA. Just so. But only listen. He said that he had met with his death by
these means--
THEU. _What_, in his sleep?
TRA. It would have been surprising if he had told him awake, who had
been murdered sixty years ago. On some occasions you are absurdly
simple. But look what he said: "I am the guest of Diapontius, from
beyond the seas; here do I dwell; this has been assigned me as my abode;
for Oreus would not receive me in Acheron, because prematurely I lost my
life. Through confiding was I deceived: my entertainer slew me here, and
that villain secretly laid me in the ground without funereal rites, in
this house, on the spot, for the sake of gold. Now do you depart from
here; this house is accursed, _this_ dwelling is defiled." The wonders
that here take place, hardly in a year could I recount them. Hush, hush!
(_He starts._)
THEU. Troth now, what has happened, prithee?
TRA. The door made a noise. Was it he that was knocking?
THEU. (_turning pale_). I have not _one_ drop of blood! Dead men are
come to fetch me to Acheron, while alive!
TRA. (_aside_). I'm undone! those people there will mar my plot. (_A
noise is heard from within._) How much I dread, lest he should catch me
in the fact.
THEU. What are you talking about to yourself? (_Goes near the door._)
TRA. Do get away from the door. By heavens, fly, I do beseech you.
THEU. Fly where? Fly yourself, as well.
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