Miles Gloriosus
Plautus, Titus Maccius
Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 1. Riley, H. T., translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1912.
- I can’t help it when I look upon you.
- Be of good courage.
- I know what pain it is to me.
- 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.
- Prithee, do let me embrace you before I depart?
- By all means
- embracing him. O my eyes! O my life!
- Do hold up the woman, I entreat you, lest she should fall. He takes hold of her, and she pretends to faint.
- What means this?
- Because, after she had quitted you, she suddenly became faint, poor thing.