Perde 2
[Textpart 7]
He looks at me as he groans.
GETA
He heaved a sigh from the very bottom of his breast. Observe that now; he gnashes his teeth; he strikes his thigh. Prithee, is he derangedIs he deranged: Hariolus. Literally, a soothsayer, or diviner. In their prophetic frenzy, these persons often had the appearance of being mad, and were so considered., that he’s beating his own self?
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STRATOPHANES
Now will I at once summon up my ungovernable indignation and my wrath from my breast!
(To GETA.) Say, whence are you? To whom do you belong? Why have you dared to speak rudely against me?
STRATOPHANES
Do you answer me in that way?
GETA
In this way (snaps his fingers); I don’t care one straw for you.
STRATOPHANES
What say you? Why have you dared to say that you love another man?
STRATOPHANES
Say you so, indeed? I’ll first make trial of that. Do you, for the sake of such a shabby present,
vegetables, and comestibles, and vinegar-water, bestow your love upon an effeminate, frizzle-pated, dark-haunt frequenting, drum-drubbing debaucheeDrum-drubbing debauchee: Typanotriba. Literally, drum, or tambourine beater. He alludes to the eunuch-priests of Cybele, who used to beat tambourines in her procession-probably in allusion to debauchees, emasculated by riot and dissipation., a fellow not worth a nutshell?
GETA
What new thing’s this? Do you dare, you rogue, to speak ill of my master, you spring-head of vice and perjury?
STRATOPHANES
Add a single word to that; by the powers, I’ll that instant here with this cut you up into mincemeat upon the spot.
GETA
Only touch me; I’ll that instant be making a lamb of you on the spot, and I’ll slice you asunder in the middle.
If you have the renown of a warrior with your troops, still I’m a MarsA Mars: In the text Ares. This was the Greek name of Mars the God of War. in the kitchen.
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PHRONESIUM
If you did the thing that’s right, you’d not be abusing my visitors, whose gifts I hold as acceptable and pleasing, and your own which I have received of you as unacceptable.
STRATOPHANES
Then, i’ faith, I’m both deprived of my presents and undone as well!
PHRONESIUM
Why then are you now here, with your annoyance, who confess that you are worsted in every point?
STRATOPHANES
I’ faith, I’m this day undone, if I don’t drive this fellow away from you.
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