T. Maccius Plautus, Bacchides, ed. Friedrich Leo, 5.1

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1087

Nicobvlvs

Quicúmque ubi ubi sunt, quí fuerunt quiqué futuri sunt pósthac

stultí, stolidi, fatuí, fungi, bardí, blenni, buccónes,

solús ego omnis longe ántideo
stultítia et moribus índoctis.

perií, pudet: hocine me aétatis
ludós bis factum esse índigne?
1090

magis quam íd reputo, tam mágis uror
quae méus filius turbávit.

perdítus sum atque eradícatus
sum, omníbus exemplis éxcrucior.

omnía me mala conséctantur,
omníbus exitiis ínterii.

Chrysálus med hodie láceravit,
Chrysálus me miserum spóliavit:

is mé scelus auro usque áttondit
dolis dóctis indoctum, út lubitumst.
1095

ita míles memorat méretricem esse
eam quam ílle uxorem esse áiebat,

omníaque ut quidque actum est memoravit,
eam síbi hunc annúm condúctam,

relicúom id auri factúm quod ego ei
stultíssimus homo promísissem: hoc,

hoc ést quo cor peracéscit;
hoc ést demum quod pércrucior,

me hoc aétatis ludíficari,
immo edepol sic ludos factum
1100

canó capite atque albá barba
miserúm me auro esse emúnctum.

perii, hóc servom meum nón nauci facere ésse ausum! atque ego, si álibi

plus pérdiderim, minus aégre habeam minusque íd mihi damno dúcam.

Philoxenvs

Certo híc prope me mihi néscio quis loqui vísust; sed quem vídeo?

hic quidémst pater Mnesilochi.
1105

Nicobvlvs

Eúge, socium aerúmnae et mei mali vídeo.

Philoxéne, salve.

Philoxenvs

Et tu. unde ágis?

Nicobvlvs

Vnde homo miser átque infortunátus.

Philoxenvs

At pól ego ibi sum, esse ubi míserum hominem decet átque infortunátum.

Nicobvlvs

Igitúr pari fortuna, aétate ut sumus, útimur.

Philoxenvs

Sic est. séd tu,

quíd tibist?

Nicobvlvs

Pól mihi par, idem est quód tibi.

Philoxenvs

Númquid nam ad fílium haec aégritudo áttinet?
1110

Nicobvlvs

Ádmodum.

Philoxenvs

Idém mihi mórbus in péctorest.

Nicobvlvs

Át mihi Chrýsalus óptumus homo

pérdidit fílium, me átque rem omném meam.

Philoxenvs

Quíd tibi ex fílio nam, óbsecro, aegrést?

Nicobvlvs

Scies:

íd, perit cúm tuo: ambo aéque amicás habent.
1115

Philoxenvs

Qui scís?

Nicobvlvs

Vidi

Philoxenvs

Eí mihi, dísperii.

Nicobvlvs

Quíd dubitamus púltare atque huc évocare ambós foras?

Philoxenvs

Haud moror.

Nicobvlvs

Heus Bacchis, iube sis actutum aperiri fores,

nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus.

Bacchides. T. Maccius Plautus. ed. Friedrich Leo. Berlin. 1895.

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Current edition Perseus

Bacchides (Latin) (Plautus. Plauti Comoediae, Volume 1. Leo, Friedrich, editor. Berlin: Weidmann, 1895.)

Translations (1)

Bacchides, or The Twin Sisters Perseus (Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 1. Riley, Henry Thomas, translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1912.) — 5.1 focus

1087 (Enter NICOBULUS, wringing his hands.)

NICOBULUS

Whoever there are in any place whatsoever, whoever have been, and whoever shall be, in time to come, fools, blockheads, idiots, dolts, sots, oafs, lubbers¹, I singly by far exceed them all in folly and absurd ways.

I’m undone. I’m ashamed of myself; that I at this time of life should disgracefully have been twice made a fool of! The more I think of this confusion which my son has made, the more am I incensed. I’m ruined, and I’m utterly destroyed; I’m distracted in every possible way. All plagues harass me, by all modes of death do I perish. This day has Chrysalus rent me in pieces; Chrysalus has plundered wretched me;
1090

he, the villain, by his clever tricks, has shaved, to the very quick, simple me, just as he has pleased. For the Captain says that she is a Courtezan, whom that fellow said was his wife; and he has informed me of everything, as each particular happened; how that she had been hired by him for this year; how that that much gold was left to be repaid², which I, most simple man, had promised him. ’Tis this, this, I say, through which my breast boils with indignation³; ’tis this, in fine, by which I am distracted;
1095

that I, at my time of life, should be made a fool of, aye, by Heaven, so made a very sport of, and with my hoary head and white beard, that wretched I should be bamboozled out of my gold. Undone am I, inasmuch as this slave of mine has dared in this way to set not the value of a nutshell upon me. And I—if any other way I had lost a greater sum—I should have taken it less amiss, and have deemed it less of a loss to me.
1100
(Enter PHILOXENUS.)

PHILOXENUS

(as he enters.)

For sure, some person, I know not who, seems to be talking near to me. But who’s this I see?

Really, ’tis the father of Mnesilochus.
1105

NICOBULUS

Hah! I see a partner in affliction. Save you, Philoxenus!

PHILOXENUS

And you; whence are you betaking yourself?

NICOBULUS

From a place whence comes a wretched and a luckless mortal.

PHILOXENUS

Why, troth, I’m surely on the earth, the spot where it befits a wretched and a luckless mortal to be.

NICOBULUS

We now, as we are of like age, are meeting with similar fortunes.

PHILOXENUS

So it is. But as to yourself, what’s the matter with you?

NICOBULUS

I’ faith, mine’s the same mishap as your own.

PHILOXENUS

Does this misfortune in any way relate to your son?
1110

NICOBULUS

Such is the fact.

PHILOXENUS

The same disease exists in my own breast.

NICOBULUS

Aye, and that very worthy fellow, Chrysalus, has been ruining my son, myself, and all my fortunes.

PHILOXENUS

Pray now, what is this mishap of yours about your son?

NICOBULUS

You shall know:

together with your own son he’s undone; both of them are keeping mistresses alike.
1115

PHILOXENUS

How do you know?

NICOBULUS

I have seen them.

PHILOXENUS

Ah! wretch that I am! I’m ruined outright.

NICOBULUS

Why do we hesitate a moment to knock and to call them both hither out of doors.

PHILOXENUS

I don’t object.

NICOBULUS

(knocks at the door of the house of BACCHIS.)

Hallo there! Bacchis! Bid the door to be opened this instant, if you please, unless you had rather the door and the posts be knocked to bits with hatchets.

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Philoxenvs Certo híc prope me mihi néscio quis loqui vísust; sed quem vídeo? hic quidémst pater Mnesilochi. 1105

Nicobvlvs Eúge, socium aerúmnae et mei mali vídeo. Philoxéne, salve.

Philoxenvs Et tu. unde ágis?

Nicobvlvs Vnde homo miser átque infortunátus.

Philoxenvs At pól ego ibi sum, esse ubi míserum hominem decet átque infortunátum.

Nicobvlvs Igitúr pari fortuna, aétate ut sumus, útimur.

Philoxenvs Sic est. séd tu, quíd tibist?

Nicobvlvs Pól mihi par, idem est quód tibi.

Philoxenvs Númquid nam ad fílium haec aégritudo áttinet? 1110

Nicobvlvs Ádmodum.

Philoxenvs Idém mihi mórbus in péctorest.

Nicobvlvs Át mihi Chrýsalus óptumus homo pérdidit fílium, me átque rem omném meam.

Philoxenvs Quíd tibi ex fílio nam, óbsecro, aegrést?

Nicobvlvs Scies: íd, perit cúm tuo: ambo aéque amicás habent. 1115

Philoxenvs Qui scís?

Nicobvlvs Vidi

Philoxenvs Eí mihi, dísperii.

Nicobvlvs Quíd dubitamus púltare atque huc évocare ambós foras?

Philoxenvs Haud moror.

Nicobvlvs Heus Bacchis, iube sis actutum aperiri fores, nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus.

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PHILOXENUS (as he enters.) For sure, some person, I know not who, seems to be talking near to me. But who’s this I see? Really, ’tis the father of Mnesilochus. 1105

NICOBULUS Hah! I see a partner in affliction. Save you, Philoxenus!

PHILOXENUS And you; whence are you betaking yourself?

NICOBULUS From a place whence comes a wretched and a luckless mortal.

PHILOXENUS Why, troth, I’m surely on the earth, the spot where it befits a wretched and a luckless mortal to be.

NICOBULUS We now, as we are of like age, are meeting with similar fortunes.

PHILOXENUS So it is. But as to yourself, what’s the matter with you?

NICOBULUS I’ faith, mine’s the same mishap as your own.

PHILOXENUS Does this misfortune in any way relate to your son? 1110

NICOBULUS Such is the fact.

PHILOXENUS The same disease exists in my own breast.

NICOBULUS Aye, and that very worthy fellow, Chrysalus, has been ruining my son, myself, and all my fortunes.

PHILOXENUS Pray now, what is this mishap of yours about your son?

NICOBULUS You shall know: together with your own son he’s undone; both of them are keeping mistresses alike. 1115

PHILOXENUS How do you know?

NICOBULUS I have seen them.

PHILOXENUS Ah! wretch that I am! I’m ruined outright.

NICOBULUS Why do we hesitate a moment to knock and to call them both hither out of doors.

PHILOXENUS I don’t object.

NICOBULUS (knocks at the door of the house of BACCHIS.) Hallo there! Bacchis! Bid the door to be opened this instant, if you please, unless you had rather the door and the posts be knocked to bits with hatchets.

Stable identifiers

Philoxenvs

Certo híc prope me mihi néscio quis loqui vísust; sed quem vídeo?

hic quidémst pater Mnesilochi.
1105

Nicobvlvs

Eúge, socium aerúmnae et mei mali vídeo.

Philoxéne, salve.

Philoxenvs

Et tu. unde ágis?

Nicobvlvs

Vnde homo miser átque infortunátus.

Philoxenvs

At pól ego ibi sum, esse ubi míserum hominem decet átque infortunátum.

Nicobvlvs

Igitúr pari fortuna, aétate ut sumus, útimur.

Philoxenvs

Sic est. séd tu,

quíd tibist?

Nicobvlvs

Pól mihi par, idem est quód tibi.

Philoxenvs

Númquid nam ad fílium haec aégritudo áttinet?
1110

Nicobvlvs

Ádmodum.

Philoxenvs

Idém mihi mórbus in péctorest.

Nicobvlvs

Át mihi Chrýsalus óptumus homo

pérdidit fílium, me átque rem omném meam.

Philoxenvs

Quíd tibi ex fílio nam, óbsecro, aegrést?

Nicobvlvs

Scies:

íd, perit cúm tuo: ambo aéque amicás habent.
1115

Philoxenvs

Qui scís?

Nicobvlvs

Vidi

Philoxenvs

Eí mihi, dísperii.

Nicobvlvs

Quíd dubitamus púltare atque huc évocare ambós foras?

Philoxenvs

Haud moror.

Nicobvlvs

Heus Bacchis, iube sis actutum aperiri fores,

nisi mavoltis fores et postes comminui securibus.

PHILOXENUS

(as he enters.)

For sure, some person, I know not who, seems to be talking near to me. But who’s this I see?

Really, ’tis the father of Mnesilochus.
1105

NICOBULUS

Hah! I see a partner in affliction. Save you, Philoxenus!

PHILOXENUS

And you; whence are you betaking yourself?

NICOBULUS

From a place whence comes a wretched and a luckless mortal.

PHILOXENUS

Why, troth, I’m surely on the earth, the spot where it befits a wretched and a luckless mortal to be.

NICOBULUS

We now, as we are of like age, are meeting with similar fortunes.

PHILOXENUS

So it is. But as to yourself, what’s the matter with you?

NICOBULUS

I’ faith, mine’s the same mishap as your own.

PHILOXENUS

Does this misfortune in any way relate to your son?
1110

NICOBULUS

Such is the fact.

PHILOXENUS

The same disease exists in my own breast.

NICOBULUS

Aye, and that very worthy fellow, Chrysalus, has been ruining my son, myself, and all my fortunes.

PHILOXENUS

Pray now, what is this mishap of yours about your son?

NICOBULUS

You shall know:

together with your own son he’s undone; both of them are keeping mistresses alike.
1115

PHILOXENUS

How do you know?

NICOBULUS

I have seen them.

PHILOXENUS

Ah! wretch that I am! I’m ruined outright.

NICOBULUS

Why do we hesitate a moment to knock and to call them both hither out of doors.

PHILOXENUS

I don’t object.

NICOBULUS

(knocks at the door of the house of BACCHIS.)

Hallo there! Bacchis! Bid the door to be opened this instant, if you please, unless you had rather the door and the posts be knocked to bits with hatchets.