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. Immortal Gods--a splendid bargain! On my word, if he were now to
offer six great talents of silver, ready money, for it, I would never
take it.
TRA. Upon my faith, if you were inclined to take it, I would never let
you.
THEU. My money has been well invested upon this purchase.
TRA. Boldly confess that by my advice and prompting it was done, who
urged him to take up the money of the Banker upon interest, which we
paid this person by way of deposit.
THEU. You've saved the whole ship. Eighty minae [1], you say, are owing
for it?
TRA. Not a coin more. THEU. He may have it to-day.
TRA. By all means so, that there may be no dispute arising; or else pay
them over to me, I'll then pay them over to him.
THEU. But still, don't let there be any taking me in, if I do give them
to you.
TRA. Could I venture to deceive you in deed or word even in jest only?
THEU. Could I venture not to be on my guard against you, so as not to
trust anything to you?
TRA. Why, have I ever imposed upon you in anything, since I was your
_servant_?
THEU. But I've taken good care _of that_; I owe thanks to myself and my
own judgment for that. If I'm only on my guard against you solely, I'm
quite wise enough.
TRA. (_aside_). I agree with you.
THEU. Now be off into the country; tell my son that I've arrived.
TRA. I'll do as you wish.
THEIU. Run with all speed; bid him come to the city at once together
with you.
TRA. Very well. (_Aside._) Now I'll betake myself this way by the
back-door to my boon-companions; I'll tell them that things are quiet
here, and how I have kept him away from here. (_Exit._
[Footnote 1: _Eighty minae_)--Ver. 919. Forty having been already paid
(according to his story) as a deposit, and there being 120 minae in two
talents.]
SCENE III.--THEUROPIDES, PHANISCUS, _and another_ SERVANT.
PHA. (_coming forward_). Really, I don't hear either the sound of
revellers here, as once it was, nor yet the music-girl singing, nor any
one else. (_Goes towards the door._)
THEU. What's the matter here? What are these people seeking at my house?
What do they want? What are they peeping in for?
PHA. I shall proceed to knock at the door. (_Knocks._)
Hallo there, unlock _the door_! Hallo, Tranio! are you going to open it,
I say?
THEU. (_advancing_). What story's this, _I wonder_?
PHA. (_aloud_). Are you going to open it, I say? I've come to fetch my
master Callidamates.
THEU. Harkye, you lads! what are you doing there? Why are you breaking
down that door?
PHA. Our master's at a drinking-party here.
THEU. Your master at a drinking-party here?
PHA. I say so.
THEU. You're carrying the joke too far _my_ lad.
PHA. We've come to fetch him.
THEU. What person? PHA. Our master. Prithee, how often must I tell you?
THEU. There's no one living here _my_ lad; for I do think that you are a
decent lad.
PHA. Doesn't a young gentleman _called_ Philolaches live in this house?
SER. (_aside_). This old fellow's crack-brained, surely.
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