Miles Gloriosus

Plautus, Titus Maccius

Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 1. Riley, H. T., translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1912.

  1. I can’t help it when I look upon you.
PYRGOPOLINICES
  1. Be of good courage.
PHILOCOMASIUM
  1. I know what pain it is to me.
PALAESTRIO
  1. I really don’t wonder now, Philocomasium, if you were here with happiness to yourself, when I, a servant—as I look at him, weep because we are parting pretends to cry, so much have his beauty, his manners, his valour, captivated your feelings.
PHILOCOMASIUM
  1. Prithee, do let me embrace you before I depart?
PYRGOPOLINICES
  1. By all means
PHILOCOMASIUM
  1. embracing him. O my eyes! O my life!
PALAESTRIO
  1. Do hold up the woman, I entreat you, lest she should fall. He takes hold of her, and she pretends to faint.
PYRGOPOLINICES
  1. What means this?
PALAESTRIO
  1. Because, after she had quitted you, she suddenly became faint, poor thing.