Miles Gloriosus
Plautus, Titus Maccius
Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 1. Riley, H. T., translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1912.
- to PYRGOPOLINICES. She is blind from love.
- aloud. Prithee, do support me.
- aloud. Why?
- aloud. Lest I should fall.
- aloud. Why?
- aloud. Because I cannot stand; my senses—my senses are sinking so by reason of my eyes.
- aloud. Heavens! you’ve seen the Captain.
- aloud. I have.
- aloud. I don’t see him. Where is he?
- aloud. Troth, you would see him if you were in tove.
- aloud. I’ faith, you don’t love him more than I do myself, with your good leave.
- to PYRGOPOLINICES. No doubt all of the women, as soon as each has seen you, are in love with you.
- to PALAESTRIO. I don’t know whether you have heard it from me or not; I’m the grandson of Venus.
- aloud. My dear Milphidippa, prithee do approach and accost him.
- to PALAESTRIO. How she does stand in awe of me!
- to PYRGOPOLINICES. She is coming towards us.
- advancing. I wish to speak with you.
- And we with you.
- I have brought my mistress out of the house, as you requested me.