Thesauros Edebiyat Komedya Bacchides

Bacchides

Bacchides Plautus, Titus Maccius

Perde 4

[Textpart 2]
He needs must be a scampish fellow, who has got so worthless a skin.
PARASITE
He’ll be coming here, swollen up with wrath.
PISTOCLERUS
I wish he may burst.
PARASITE
Is there anything you want?
PISTOCLERUS
Be off; you must do so this instant.
PARASITE
Good-bye, teeth-cracker. 605
PISTOCLERUS
And you, skin of his body, good-bye! This matter has come to such a point, that what advice to give my friend about his mistress, I know not; who, in his pet, has given up all the gold to his father, and not a coin is there that may be paid to the Captain. 605
 
But I’ll step aside, for the door makes a noise. O, here’s Mnesilochus coming out, and pensive, too. 610
[Textpart 3]
Insolent, of a froward, passionate, ungovernable, inconsiderate disposition, without reason and moderation, am I; without fine principles of rectitude and honor, hard of belief, powerless to control my passions,
MNESILOCHUS
born of a temper ill-disposed, unamiable and ungracious is my lifeIs my life: Vivo. Literally I live, I exist.. In fine, I am that which I could wish others to be. There’s not a person more worthless, or more unworthy for the Gods to bless, or for men to love or to associate with. 615
 
’Tis more just that I should have enemies than friends—’tis more reasonable that the bad should give me their assistance than the good.
 
There’s not a person more deserving of all the reproaches that are befitting worthless men, than I, who have given up to my father the money that was in my power. Could this be believed by any one whatever? Am I not a madman, who have miserably undone myself and the device of Chrysalus? 620
PISTOCLERUS
He must now be consoled by me; I’ll accost him. (Aloud.) Hallo, Mnesilochus! what’s the matter? 625
MNESILOCHUS
I’m ruined.
PISTOCLERUS
May the Gods grant better things!
MNESILOCHUS
I’m ruined.
PISTOCLERUS
Won’t you hold your tongue, simpleton?
MNESILOCHUS
Hold my tongue?
PISTOCLERUS
You are not now quite right in your senses.
MNESILOCHUS
I’m undone. Many sharp and poignant woes are now arising in my breast. Did I not put faith in that accusation? Without any cause was I angry with you.
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