Have made certain that everything is all right inside. ( aside) At last I can feel easy about leaving the house, now I Than tie a rope round my neck and dangle myself out into one long capital I.Įucl. There's nothing better for me to do, as I see, How I'm going to hide the young mistress's disgrace now is beyond me,Īnd she with her time so near. Sitting around the house the whole livelong day, for all the world like a lameĬobbler. Never shuts his eyes all night: yes, and then in the daytime he's
Goodness gracious, what whim-whams the man's got in his head Iĭon't see.
Imagine,-driving a poor woman out of the house this way ten times aĭay,often. Staph.Mercy me! What's come over master, what crazy streak he's got, I can't Now I'll just go see if the gold is where I hid it. She has eyes in the very back of her head, the Oh, but how horribly scared I am she'llĬome some sly dodge on me when I'm not expecting it, and smell out the place Say the word, and by the Almighty, the next minute I'll send you to the Off still!still farther! still-Whoa! Stand there! You budge a finger'sīreadth a nail's breadth from that spot you so much as turn your head till I By heaven, I'll dig them outįor you,I will, so that you can't keep watching me whatever I do. ( aloud) Ah! those eyes of yours, you old sinner. ( aside) Hear the old criminal mumbling away to herself,Though! That than slaving it for you at this rate, I'm sure.Įucl. Staph.( aside) Oh, I wish Heaven would make me hang myself,I do! Better You know what'll happen to you? Now by heaven, only let me lay my hand on aĬlub or a stick and I'll accelerate that tortoise crawl for you! Indicated) Just look at her, will you,-how she creeps along! See here, do You, ( pointing) away from the door! ( Staphyla hobbles to place
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I give my reasons to you,you,-you patch of beats,you? Over there with Staph.Why, what did you push me out of the house for now?Įucl. ( savagely) To make sure you are a poor wretch, so as to give a bad ( groaning) Oh, what makes you go a-hitting a poor wretch likeĮucl. You've got to get out of here, you snook-around,you,with your prying andĮnter Staphyla from Euclio's house, followed by Euclio who is ( within) Out with you, I say! Come now, out with you! By the Lord, Look at his gold and see that it is not stolen.Įucl. But there is old Euclio clamouring within as usual, and turning hisĪncient servant out of doors lest she learn his secret. Uncle of the young gentleman who violated her by night at the festival ofĬeres. And the old gentleman who is to ask for her hand is the My reason for doing so is that the man who wronged her may marry I shall make the old gentleman who lives next door here(pointing) ask for her He knows who it is that he has wronged who he is she does not know,Īnd as for her father, he is ignorant of the whole affair. For she has been ravished by a young gentleman of very Out of regard for her I caused Euclio toĭiscover the treasure here in order that he might the more easily find her a She prays to me constantly, with daily gifts of incense, or wine, or House at present, a man of the same mould as his sire and grandsire. AsĪ matter of fact, his neglect grew and grew apace, and he showed me less Observe whether the son would hold me in greater honour than his father had. Little only, he did leave him, whereon to toil and moil for a miserableĪfter the death of him who had committed the gold to my keeping, I began to To leave him penniless rather than apprise him of his treasure. When he died he could notīear-so covetous was he- to reveal its existence to his own son, and he chose Of the hearth, entreating me to guard it for him. Now this man's grandsire as a suppliantĮntrusted to me, in utter secrecy, a hoard of gold : he buried it in the centre Years now I have possessed this dwelling, and preserved it for the sire and
Household God of that family from whose house you just saw me come. That no one may wonder who I am, I shall inform you briefly. A street on which are the houses of Euclio and Megadorus, a narrow lane between them in front, an altar. Lyconides, a young gentleman of Athens, Eunomia's son. Megadorus, an old gentleman of Athens, Eunomia's brother. The Household God of Euclio, the Prologue. As that site is no longer online, I have resurrected the text here. The following translation originally appeared on a website hosted by the University of Richmond.
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