Latin drama (Comedy) -- Translations into English; Terence -- Translations into English
ANTI. And what was that?
CHAER. Peace, and I'll tell you.--To change dresses with him,
And order Parmeno to carry me
Instead of him.
ANTI. How? for an Eunuch, you?
CHAER. E'en so.
ANTI. What good could you derive from that?
CHAER. What good!--why, see, and hear, and be with her
I languish'd for, my Antipho!--was that
An idle reason, or a trivial good?
--To Thais I'm deliver'd; she receives me,
And carries me with joy into her house;
Commits the charming girl----
ANTI. To whom?----to you?
CHAER. To me.
ANTI. In special hands, I must confess.
CHAER. --Enjoins me to permit no man come near her;
Nor to depart, myself, one instant from her;
But in an inner chamber to remain
Alone with her alone. I nod, and look
Bashfully on the ground.
ANTI. Poor simple soul!
CHAER. I am bid forth, says she; and carries off
All her maid-servants with her, save some few
Raw novices, who straight prepar'd the bath.
I bade them haste; and while it was preparing,
In a retiring-room the Virgin sat;
Viewing a picture, where the tale was drawn
Of Jove's descending in a golden show'r
To Danae's bosom.----I beheld it too,
And because he of old the like game play'd,
I felt my mind exult the more within me,
That Jove should change himself into a man,
And steal in secret through a stranger-roof,
With a mere woman to intrigue.--Great Jove,
Who shakes the highest heav'ns with his thunder!
And I, poor mortal man, not do the same!----
I did it, and with all my heart I did it.
--While thoughts, like these, possess'd my soul, they call'd
The girl to bathe. She goes, bathes, then returns:
Which done, the servants put her into bed.
I stand to wait their orders. Up comes one,
"Here, harkye, Dorus! take this fan and mark
You cool her gently thus, while we go bathe.
When we have bath'd, you, if you please, bathe too,"
I, with a sober air, receive the fan.
ANTI. Then would I fain have seen your simple face!
I should have been delighted to behold
How like an ass you look'd, and held the fan.
CHAER. Scarce had she spoke, when all rush'd out o' doors;
Away they go to bathe; grow full of noise,
As servants use, when masters are abroad.
Meanwhile sleep seiz'd the virgin: I, by stealth,
Peep'd through the fan-sticks thus; then looking round,
And seeing all was safe, made fast the door.
ANTI. What then?
CHAER. What then, fool!
ANTI. I confess.
CHAER. D'ye think,
Bless'd with an opportunity like this,
So short, so wish'd for, yet so unexpected,
I'd let it slip? No. Then I'd been, indeed,
The thing I counterfeited.
ANTI. Very true.
But what's become of our club-supper?
CHAER. Ready.
ANTI. An honest fellow! where? at your own house?
CHAER. At Freeman Discus's.
ANTI. A great way off.
CHAER. Then we must make more haste.
ANTI. But change your dress.
CHAER. Where can I change it? I'm distress'd. From home
I must play truant, lest I meet my brother.
My father too, perhaps, is come to town.
ANTI. Come then to my house! that's the nearest place
Where you may shift.
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