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(Enter SATURIO, in a seeming rage.)
SATURIO
If I don’t prove the destruction of that fellow—
If I don’t prove the destruction of that fellow—
DORDALUS
I’m undone.
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I’m undone.
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SATURIO
And most luckily
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there he is, himself, before the door.
And most luckily
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there he is, himself, before the door.
DAUGHTER
(running towards him.)
Most welcome, my dear father.
(She embraces him.)
Most welcome, my dear father.
SATURIO
Welcome, my child.
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Welcome, my child.
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DORDALUS
(aside.)
That Persian has utterly ruined me!
That Persian has utterly ruined me!
DAUGHTER
(to DORDALUS.)
This is my father.
This is my father.
DORDALUS
Ha!—what?—father? I’m utterly undone! Why then, in my misery, do I delay to bewail my sixty minae?
Ha!—what?—father? I’m utterly undone! Why then, in my misery, do I delay to bewail my sixty minae?
SATURIO
By my faith, you scoundrel, I’ll give you cause to bewail your own self as well.
By my faith, you scoundrel, I’ll give you cause to bewail your own self as well.
DORDALUS
I’m undone!
I’m undone!
SATURIO
Come, walk before a magistrate, Procurer.
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Come, walk before a magistrate, Procurer.
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DORDALUS
Why do you summon me before a magistrate?
Why do you summon me before a magistrate?
SATURIO
I’ll tell you there, before the Praetor. But before the magistrate I summon you.
I’ll tell you there, before the Praetor. But before the magistrate I summon you.
DORDALUS
Don’t you summon
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a witness?
Don’t you summon
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a witness?
SATURIO
What, for your sake, hangdog, am I to be touching the ear of any being that’s free—you, who are here trading in persons, free citizens?
What, for your sake, hangdog, am I to be touching the ear of any being that’s free—you, who are here trading in persons, free citizens?
DORDALUS
Let me but speak—
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Let me but speak—
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SATURIO
I won’t.
I won’t.
DORDALUS
Hear me.
Hear me.
SATURIO
I’m deaf. Walk on—follow me this way
(dragging him.) you villanous mouser after maidens! Follow after me this way, my daughter, to the Praetor.
I’m deaf. Walk on—follow me this way
(dragging him.) you villanous mouser after maidens! Follow after me this way, my daughter, to the Praetor.
DAUGHTER
I’ll follow.
(Exit SATURIO, dragging DORDALUS, his DAUGHTER following.)
I’ll follow.
Persa. Plautus. Henry Thomas Riley (Translator). London. 1913.
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