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667

Dorippa

Quoniam a viro ad me rus advenit nuntius,

rus non iturum, feci ego ingenium meum,

reveni, ut illum persequar qui me fugit.

sed anum non video consequi nostram Syram.
670

atque eccam incedit tandem. quin is ocius?

Syra

nequeo mecastor, tantum hoc onerist quod fero.

Dorippa

Quid oneris?

Syra

Annos octoginta et quattuor;

et eodem accedit servitus, sudor, sitis:

simul haec quae porto deprimunt.
675

Dorippa

Aliquid cedo

qui hánc vicini nostri áram augeam.

da sane hanc virgam lauri. abi tu intro.

Syra

Eo.—

Dorippa

Apollo, quaeso te, ut des pacem propitius,

salutem et sanitatem nostrae familiae,

meoque ut parcas gnato pace propitius.
680

Syra

Disperii, perii misera, vae miserae mihi.

Dorippa

Satin tu sana es, obsecro? quid eiulas?

Syra

Dorippa, mea Dorippa.

Dorippa

Quid clamas, obsecro?

Syra

Nescio quaest mulier intus hic in aedibus.

Dorippa

Quid, mulier?
685

Syra

Mulier meretrix.

Dorippa

Veron serio?

Syra

Nimium scis sapere, ruri quae non manseris.

quamvis insipiens poterat persentiscere

illam esse amicam tui viri bellissumi.

Dorippa

Credo mecastor.

Syra

Ei hac mecum, ut videas semul

tuam Alcumenam paelicem, Iuno mea.—
690

Dorippa

Ecastor vero istuc eo quantum potest.—

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

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Current edition Perseus

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

Translations (1)

Mercator, or The Merchant Perseus (Plautus. The Comedies of Plautus, Volume 2. Riley, Henry Thomas, translator. London: G. Bell and Sons, Ltd., 1913.) — 4.1 focus

667 (Enter DORIPPA.)

DORIPPA

(to herself.)

Since a messenger came to me in the country from my husband, that he couldn’t come into the country, I made up my mind, and came back to follow after him who fled from me.

But (looking round) I don’t see our old woman Syra following. Aye, look, there she comes at last. (Enter SYRA with a bundle of green sprigs.) Why don’t you go quicker?
670

SYRA

By my troth, I cannot; so great is this burden that I’m carrying.

DORIPPA

What burden?

SYRA

Fourscore years and four, and to that are added servitude, sweat, and thirst;

these things as well which I am carrying weigh me down.
675

DORIPPA

Give me something, Syra, with which to decorate this altar of our neighbour¹.

SYRA

(holding out a sprig.)

Present this sprig of laurel, then.

DORIPPA

Now do you go into the house.²

SYRA

I’m going.

(Goes into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)

DORIPPA

(laying the sprig on the altar.)

Apollo, I pray thee that thou wilt propitiously grant peace, safety, and health, unto our household,

and that in thy propitiousness thou wilt show favour to my son.
680
(rushes out of the house, clapping her hands.)

SYRA

I’m utterly undone! Wretch that I am, I’m ruined! Ah! wretched me!

DORIPPA

Prithee, are you quite in your senses? What are you howling for?

SYRA

Dorippa, my dear Dorippa!

DORIPPA

Prithee, why are you crying out?

SYRA

Some woman, I know not who, is here in-doors in the house.

DORIPPA

What? A woman?
685

SYRA

A harlot woman.

DORIPPA

Is it so, really?

SYRA

In serious truth. You know how to act very prudently, in not remaining in the country. A fool even could have found it out that she was the mistress of your very pretty husband.

DORIPPA

By heavens, I believe it.

SYRA

(taking her arm.)

Step this way with me, that you, my Juno, may see as well your rival Alcmena.

DORIPPA

I’ troth, I certainly shall go there, as fast as I can.

(They go into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)

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Dorippa Quoniam a viro ad me rus advenit nuntius, rus non iturum, feci ego ingenium meum, reveni, ut illum persequar qui me fugit. sed anum non video consequi nostram Syram. 670 atque eccam incedit tandem. quin is ocius?

Syra nequeo mecastor, tantum hoc onerist quod fero.

Dorippa Quid oneris?

Syra Annos octoginta et quattuor; et eodem accedit servitus, sudor, sitis: simul haec quae porto deprimunt. 675

Dorippa Aliquid cedo qui hánc vicini nostri áram augeam. da sane hanc virgam lauri. abi tu intro.

Syra Eo.—

Dorippa Apollo, quaeso te, ut des pacem propitius, salutem et sanitatem nostrae familiae, meoque ut parcas gnato pace propitius. 680

Syra Disperii, perii misera, vae miserae mihi.

Dorippa Satin tu sana es, obsecro? quid eiulas?

Syra Dorippa, mea Dorippa.

Dorippa Quid clamas, obsecro?

Syra Nescio quaest mulier intus hic in aedibus.

Dorippa Quid, mulier? 685

Syra Mulier meretrix.

Dorippa Veron serio?

Syra Nimium scis sapere, ruri quae non manseris. quamvis insipiens poterat persentiscere illam esse amicam tui viri bellissumi.

Dorippa Credo mecastor.

Syra Ei hac mecum, ut videas semul tuam Alcumenam paelicem, Iuno mea.— 690

Dorippa Ecastor vero istuc eo quantum potest.—

Current edition Perseus

SYRA By my troth, I cannot; so great is this burden that I’m carrying.

DORIPPA What burden?

SYRA Fourscore years and four, and to that are added servitude, sweat, and thirst; these things as well which I am carrying weigh me down. 675

DORIPPA Give me something, Syra, with which to decorate this altar of our neighbour 1 .

SYRA (holding out a sprig.) Present this sprig of laurel, then.

DORIPPA Now do you go into the house. 2

SYRA I’m going. (Goes into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)

DORIPPA (laying the sprig on the altar.) Apollo, I pray thee that thou wilt propitiously grant peace, safety, and health, unto our household, and that in thy propitiousness thou wilt show favour to my son. 680 (rushes out of the house, clapping her hands.)

SYRA I’m utterly undone! Wretch that I am, I’m ruined! Ah! wretched me!

DORIPPA Prithee, are you quite in your senses? What are you howling for?

SYRA Dorippa, my dear Dorippa!

DORIPPA Prithee, why are you crying out?

SYRA Some woman, I know not who, is here in-doors in the house.

DORIPPA What? A woman? 685

SYRA A harlot woman.

DORIPPA Is it so, really?

SYRA In serious truth. You know how to act very prudently, in not remaining in the country. A fool even could have found it out that she was the mistress of your very pretty husband.

DORIPPA By heavens, I believe it.

SYRA (taking her arm.) Step this way with me, that you, my Juno, may see as well your rival Alcmena.

DORIPPA I’ troth, I certainly shall go there, as fast as I can. (They go into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)

Stable identifiers

Dorippa

Quoniam a viro ad me rus advenit nuntius,

rus non iturum, feci ego ingenium meum,

reveni, ut illum persequar qui me fugit.

sed anum non video consequi nostram Syram.
670

atque eccam incedit tandem. quin is ocius?

Syra

nequeo mecastor, tantum hoc onerist quod fero.

Dorippa

Quid oneris?

Syra

Annos octoginta et quattuor;

et eodem accedit servitus, sudor, sitis:

simul haec quae porto deprimunt.
675

Dorippa

Aliquid cedo

qui hánc vicini nostri áram augeam.

da sane hanc virgam lauri. abi tu intro.

Syra

Eo.—

Dorippa

Apollo, quaeso te, ut des pacem propitius,

salutem et sanitatem nostrae familiae,

meoque ut parcas gnato pace propitius.
680

Syra

Disperii, perii misera, vae miserae mihi.

Dorippa

Satin tu sana es, obsecro? quid eiulas?

Syra

Dorippa, mea Dorippa.

Dorippa

Quid clamas, obsecro?

Syra

Nescio quaest mulier intus hic in aedibus.

Dorippa

Quid, mulier?
685

Syra

Mulier meretrix.

Dorippa

Veron serio?

Syra

Nimium scis sapere, ruri quae non manseris.

quamvis insipiens poterat persentiscere

illam esse amicam tui viri bellissumi.

Dorippa

Credo mecastor.

Syra

Ei hac mecum, ut videas semul

tuam Alcumenam paelicem, Iuno mea.—
690

Dorippa

Ecastor vero istuc eo quantum potest.—

SYRA

By my troth, I cannot; so great is this burden that I’m carrying.

DORIPPA

What burden?

SYRA

Fourscore years and four, and to that are added servitude, sweat, and thirst;

these things as well which I am carrying weigh me down.
675

DORIPPA

Give me something, Syra, with which to decorate this altar of our neighbour¹.

SYRA

(holding out a sprig.)

Present this sprig of laurel, then.

DORIPPA

Now do you go into the house.²

SYRA

I’m going.

(Goes into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)

DORIPPA

(laying the sprig on the altar.)

Apollo, I pray thee that thou wilt propitiously grant peace, safety, and health, unto our household,

and that in thy propitiousness thou wilt show favour to my son.
680
(rushes out of the house, clapping her hands.)

SYRA

I’m utterly undone! Wretch that I am, I’m ruined! Ah! wretched me!

DORIPPA

Prithee, are you quite in your senses? What are you howling for?

SYRA

Dorippa, my dear Dorippa!

DORIPPA

Prithee, why are you crying out?

SYRA

Some woman, I know not who, is here in-doors in the house.

DORIPPA

What? A woman?
685

SYRA

A harlot woman.

DORIPPA

Is it so, really?

SYRA

In serious truth. You know how to act very prudently, in not remaining in the country. A fool even could have found it out that she was the mistress of your very pretty husband.

DORIPPA

By heavens, I believe it.

SYRA

(taking her arm.)

Step this way with me, that you, my Juno, may see as well your rival Alcmena.

DORIPPA

I’ troth, I certainly shall go there, as fast as I can.

(They go into the house of LYSIMACHUS.)