The Comedies of Terence: Literally Translated into English Prose, with NotesTerence
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The Comedies of Terence: Literally Translated into English Prose, with Notes
Terence
Latin drama (Comedy) -- Translations into English; Terence -- Translations into English
SAN. My thoughts have been for some time among the sauce-pans.
GNA. You are a worthy fellow.
THRA. (_putting himself at their head._) You follow me this way.
(_Exeunt omnes._
ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.
_Enter THAIS from her house, followed by PYTHIAS._
THAIS. What! do you persist, hussy, in talking ambiguously to me? “I
do know;” “I don’t know;” “he has gone off;” “I have heard;” “I wasn’t
there.” Don’t you mean to tell me plainly, whatever it is? The girl in
tears, with her garments torn, is mute; the Eunuch is off: for what
reason? What has happened? Won’t you speak?
PYTH. Wretch that I am, what am I to say to you? They declare that he
was not a Eunuch.
THAIS. What was he then?
PYTH. That Chærea.
THAIS. What Chærea?
PYTH. That stripling, the brother of Phædria.
THAIS. What’s that you say, you hag?
PYTH. And I am satisfied of it.
THAIS. Pray, what business had he at my house? What brought him there?
PYTH. I don’t know; unless, as I suppose, he was in love with
Pamphila.
THAIS. Alas! to my confusion, unhappy woman that I am, I’m undone, if
what you tell me is true. Is it about this that the girl is crying?
PYTH. I believe so.
THAIS. How say you, you arch-jade? Did I not warn you about this very
thing, when I was going away from here?
PYTH. What could I do? Just as you ordered, she was intrusted to his
care only.
THAIS. Hussy, I’ve been intrusting the sheep to the wolf. I’m quite
ashamed to have been imposed upon in this way. What sort of man was
he?
PYTH. Hush! hush! mistress, pray; we are all right. Here we have the
very man.
THAIS. Where is he?
PYTH. Why there, to the left. Don’t you see?
THAIS. I see.
PYTH. Order him to be seized as quickly as possible.
THAIS. What can we do to him, simpleton?
PYTH. What do to him, do you ask? Pray, do look at him; if his face
doesn’t seem an impudent one.
THAIS. Not at all.
PYTH. Besides, what effrontery he has.
SCENE II.
_Enter CHÆREA, in the EUNUCH’S dress, on the other side of the
stage._
CHÆ. (_to himself._) At Antipho’s,[102] both of them, father and
mother, just as if on purpose, were at home, so that I couldn’t any
way get in, but that they must have seen me. In the mean time, while I
was standing before the door, a certain acquaintance {of mine} was
coming full upon me. When I espied him, I took to my heels as fast as
I could down a narrow unfrequented alley; thence again to another,
{and} thence to another; thus have I been most dreadfully harassed
with running about, that no one might recognize me. But isn’t this
Thais that I see? It is she. I’m at a stand. What shall I do? But what
need I care? What can she do to me?
THAIS, (_to PYTHIAS._) Let’s accost him. (_To CHÆREA._) Good Mister
Dorus, welcome; tell me, have you been running away?
CHÆ. Madam, I did so.
THAIS. Are you quite pleased with it?
CHÆ. No.
THAIS. Do you fancy that you’ll get off with impunity?
CHÆ. Forgive this one fault; if I’m ever guilty of another, {then}
kill me.
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