The Comedies of Terence

 Table of Contents

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 Prologue.

 Act the First.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Act the Second.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Act the Third.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

 Act the Fourth.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

 Scene IX.

 Act the Fifth.

 Scene I.

 Scene II.

 Scene III.

 Scene IV.

 Scene V.

 Scene VI.

 Scene VII.

 Scene VIII.

Scene V.

Enter Pamphilus.

Pam. Who calls? - Undone! my father!

Simo. What say you? Most -

Chremes. Ah, rather speak at once Your purpose, Simo, and forbear reproach.

Simo. As if 'twere possible to utter aught Severer than he merits! - Tell me then; (To Pam.) Glycerium is a citizen?

Pam. They say so.

Simo. They say so! - Oh amazing impudence! - Does he consider what he says? does he Repent the deed? or does his color take The hue of shame? - To be so weak of soul, Against the custom of our citizens, Against the law, against his father's will, To wed himself to shame and this vile woman.

Pam. Wretch that I am!

Simo. Ah, Pamphilus! d'ye feel Your wretchedness at last? Then, then, when first You wrought upon your mind at any rate To gratify your passion: from that hour Well might you feel your state of wretchedness. - But why give in to this? Why torture thus, Why vex my spirit? Why afflict my age For his distemp'rature? Why rue his sins? - No; let him have her, joy in her, live with her.

Pam. My father! -

Simo. How, my father! - can I think You want this father? You that for yourself A home, a wife, and children have acquir'd Against your father's will? And witnesses Suborn'd, to prove that she's a citizen? - You've gain'd your point.

Pam. My father, but one word!

Simo. What would you say?

Chremes. Nay, hear him, Simo.

Simo. Hear him? What must I hear then, Chremes!

Chremes. Let him speak.

Simo. Well, let him speak: I hear him.

Pam. I confess, I love Glycerium: if it be a fault, That too I do confess. To you, my father, I yield myself: dispose me as you please! Command me! Say that I shall take a wife; Leave her; I will endure it, as I may - This only I beseech you, think not I Suborn'd this old man hither. - Suffer me To clear myself, and bring him here before you.

Simo. Bring him here!

Pam. Let me, father!

Chremes. 'Tis but just: Permit him!

Pam. Grant me this!

Simo. Well, be it so.

Exit Pamphilus. I could bear all this bravely, Chremes; more, Much more, to know that he deceiv'd me not.

Chremes. For a great fault a little punishment Suffices to a father.