Studies in the Poetry of Italy, Part I. Roman — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Studies in the Poetry of Italy, Part I. Roman
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taking the greatest pains to bring about, here this old woman,
without any help from us, all by herself, has done. _So._ But now,
sir, we've got to bestir ourselves. The young man's father is back,
and they say he's in a terrible stew about it. _Chr._ O, there's no
danger on that score. But, for heaven's sake, don't let any one find
out that she's my daughter. _So._ Well, no one shall find it out from
me. _Chr._ Now you follow me, we'll talk about the rest inside.
[_They go into Demipho's house._]
Demipho and Geta appear in a brief scene, in which the former
grumblingly comments upon the bargain which they have just made with
Phormio. He disappears into his brother's house. Geta, left alone,
soliloquizes upon the situation and sums it up so far as it is known to
him. As he disappears into Demipho's house, the latter is seen coming
out of his brother's house with his brother's wife, Nausistrata, whom in
fulfilment of his promise he is taking in to see Phanium in order to
reconcile the bride to the new arrangements that have been made for her.
And just at this moment Chremes comes rushing out of his brother's
house; he calls to Demipho, not seeing in his excitement that
Nausistrata is also on the stage.
_Chr._ Say, Demipho! Have you paid the money yet? _Dem._ Yes, I've
tended to that. _Chr._ Well, I wish you hadn't. [_Aside as he sees
his wife_]. Gracious! There's my wife! I almost said too much. _Dem._
Why do you wish it, Chremes? _Chr._ O, that's all right. _Dem._ What
do you mean? Have you talked with the girl on whose account I'm
taking Nausistrata in? _Chr._ Yes, I've had a talk with her. _Dem._
Well, what does she say? _Chr._ She can't be disturbed. _Dem._ Why
can't she? _Chr._ O, because--they're so fond of each other. _Dem._
What difference does that make to us? _Chr._ A great deal. And
besides, I've found that she's related to us, after all. _Dem._
What's that? You're off your base. _Chr._ No, I'm not. I know what
I'm talking about. I remember all about it now. _Dem._ Surely, you
_are_ crazy. _Naus._ I beg you won't do any harm to a relative.
_Dem._ She's no relative. _Chr._ Don't say that. She gave the wrong
name for her father. That's where you make your mistake. _Dem._
Nonsense! Didn't she know her own father? _Chr._ Yes, she knew him.
_Dem._ Well, then, why didn't she tell his right name? _Chr._ [_apart
to Demipho, in low, desperate tones_]. Won't you ever let up? Won't
you understand? _Dem._ How can I, if you tell me nothing? _Chr._ O,
you'll be the death of me. _Naus._ I wonder what it's all about.
_Dem._ I'll be blest if I know. _Chr._ Do you want to know? I swear
to you there's no one nearer to her than you and I. _Dem._ Good
gracious! Let's go to her, then. Let's all together get to the bottom
of this business. [_He starts toward his house with Nausistrata_].
_Chr._ I say, Demipho! _Dem._ Well, what now? _Chr._ [_angrily_].