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(Enter CONGRIO, in haste, from the house of EUCLIO.)
LYCONIDES
(roaring out.)
Beloved fellow-citizens, fellow-countrymen, inhabitants, neighbours, and all strangers, do make way for me to escape! Make all the streets clear! Never have I at any time, until this day, come to Bacchants
1
, in a Bacchanalian den, to cook; so sadly have they mauled wretched me and my scullions with their sticks.
I’m aching all over, and am utterly done for; that old fellow has so made a bruising school
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of me; and in such a fashion has he turned us all out of the house, myself and them, laden with sticks. Nowhere, in all the world, have I ever seen wood dealt out more plentifully. Alackaday! by my faith, to my misery, I’m done for; the Bacchanalian den is opening, here he comes. He’s following us. I know the thing I’ll do: that the master himself
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has taught me.
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Beloved fellow-citizens, fellow-countrymen, inhabitants, neighbours, and all strangers, do make way for me to escape! Make all the streets clear! Never have I at any time, until this day, come to Bacchants
1
, in a Bacchanalian den, to cook; so sadly have they mauled wretched me and my scullions with their sticks.
I’m aching all over, and am utterly done for; that old fellow has so made a bruising school
2
of me; and in such a fashion has he turned us all out of the house, myself and them, laden with sticks. Nowhere, in all the world, have I ever seen wood dealt out more plentifully. Alackaday! by my faith, to my misery, I’m done for; the Bacchanalian den is opening, here he comes. He’s following us. I know the thing I’ll do: that the master himself
3
has taught me.
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Aulularia. Plautus. Henry Thomas Riley (Translator). London. 1912.
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