Miles Gloriosus

Plautus, Titus Maccius

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

  1. Go, bring me a sword out here.
SCELEDRUS
  1. I’ll have it here this moment. Goes into the CAPTAIN’S house.
PALAESTRIO alone.
PALAESTRIO
  1. Beyond a doubt, neither any horse nor foot has so great a degree of boldness in carrying out anything with as much confidence as some women. How cleverly and how skilfully she performed her part in both her characters!—how her wary keeper, my fellow-servant, is being gulled! ’Tis most fortunate that the passage communicates through the party-wall.
Enter SCLEDRUS from the CAPTAIN’s house.
SCELEDRUS
  1. Hallo! Palaestrio, there’s no occasion for the sword.
PALAESTRIO
  1. How so?—or what’s the matter now?
SCELEDRUS
  1. Our master’s lady is there, at home.
PALAESTRIO
  1. What? At home?
SCELEDRUS
  1. She’s lying on the sofa.
PALAESTRIO
  1. Faith, but you’ve certainly brought on yourself a disagreable affair, according to what you report.
SCELEDRUS
  1. How so?