Miles Gloriosus
Plautus, Titus Maccius
Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 1. Riley, H. T., translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1912.
- Since too you have not scouted your petitioner, and nave suffered me to prevail upon you. Aside to PALAESTRIO. How now? Haven’t I played him off?
- aside to MILPHIDIPPA. Faith, I couldn’t refrain from laughing.
- aside to PALAESTRIO. Yes; and for the same reason I turned in this direction away from you.
- By my troth, wench, you don’t understand how great an honor I am now paying her.
- I know, and I shall tell her so.
- To another he could have sold his favours for his weight in gold.
- I’ faith, I believe you in that.
- Of those that are parents by him true warriors are born, and his sons live eight hundred years.
- aside to PALAESTRIO. Fie on you for a fibber!
- Why, straight on, from age to age, they live for a thousand years.
- I spoke within limits, for the reason that she mightn’t suppose I was telling lies to her.
- aside. I burst, I die! Aloud. How many years will he live himself whose sons live so long?
- Wench, I was born the day after Jupiter was born of Ops.
- If he had only been born the day before the other was, he would have had the realms of heaven.
- aside to PALAESTRIO. Now, now, prithee, no more do let me get away from you, if I can, alive.
- Why don’t you go then, as you have your answer?
- I’ll go, and I’ll bring her here, on whose behalf I am employed. Is there aught else you wish?
- May I never be more handsome than I am at present; so much trouble do my good looks cause me.
- Why do you stay now? Why don’t you go?