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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Now I'll have to use my voice. Nausistrata! Come out here! _Chr._
Stop his mouth. _Dem._ [_trying to do so, without success_]. See how
strong the rascal is. _Pho._ I say, Nausistrata! _Chr._ Won't you
keep still? _Pho._ Not much.
Nausistrata now appears at the door of her house; Phormio, seeing her,
says, panting but gleeful:
Here's where my revenge comes in. _Naus._ Who's calling me? [_Seeing
the disordered and excited condition of the men_]. Why, what's all
this row about, husband? Who is this man? [_Chremes remains
tongue-tied_]. Won't you answer me? _Pho._ How can he answer you,
when, by George, he doesn't know where he is? _Chr._ [_trembling with
fear_]. Don't you believe a word he says. _Pho._ Go, touch him; if he
isn't frozen stiff, you may strike me dead. _Chr._ It isn't so.
_Naus._ What is this man talking about, then? _Pho._ You shall hear;
just listen. _Chr._ You aren't going to believe him? _Naus._ Good
gracious, how can I believe one who hasn't said anything yet? _Pho._
The poor fellow is crazy with fear. _Naus._ Surely it's not for
nothing that you are so afraid. _Chr._ [_with chattering teeth_].
Wh-wh-who's afraid? _Pho._ Well then, since you're not afraid, and
what I say is nothing, you tell the story yourself. _Dem._ Scoundrel!
Shall he speak at your bidding? _Pho._ [_contemptuously_]. O you!
you've done a fine thing for your brother. _Naus._ Husband, won't you
speak to me? _Chr._ Well--_Naus._ Well? _Chr._ There's no need of my
talking. _Pho._ You're right; but there's need of her knowing. In
Lemnos-- _Chr._ O don't! _Pho._ unbeknown to you-- _Chr._ O me! _Pho._
he took another wife. _Naus._ [_screaming_]. My husband! Heaven
forbid. _Pho._ But it's so, just the same. _Naus._ O wretched me!
_Pho._ And by her he had a daughter--also unbeknown to you. _Naus._
By all the gods, a shameful and evil deed! _Pho._ But it's so, just
the same. _Naus._ It's the most outrageous thing I ever heard of.
[_Turning her back on Chremes_]. Demipho, I appeal to you; for I am
too disgusted to speak to him again. Was _this_ the meaning of those
frequent journeys and long stays at Lemnos? Was _this_ why my rents
ran down so? _Dem._ Nausistrata, I don't deny that he has been very
much to blame in this matter; but is that any reason why you should
not forgive him? _Pho._ He's talking for the dead. _Dem._ For it
wasn't through any scorn or dislike of you that he did it. And
besides, the other woman is dead who was the cause of all this
trouble. So I beg you to bear this with equanimity as you do other
things. _Naus._ Why should I bear it with equanimity? I wish this
were the end of the wretched business; but why should I hope it will
be? Am I to think that he will be better now he's old? But he was old
before, if that makes any difference. Or am I any more beautiful and
attractive now than I was, Demipho? What assurance can you give me
that this won't happen again?