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Passages for Translation into Greek Comic Verse 575
to tug you to his wherry, and dislodge you
I was in the midst of all, and banged of all hands:
famed it ;
iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
I did but tell her she mistook her frets,
What say you to a neat's foot?
G. I fear, 'tis too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broiled ?
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?
atque incredibile hoc mi obtigit: ita sum irritatus, animum ut nequeam ad cogitan
dum instituere. Quamobrem omnes, cum secundae res sunt maxume,
tum maxume meditari secum oportet, quo pacto advorsam aerum
nam ferant: pericla, damna, exilia peregre rediens semper cogitet, aut fili peccatum, aut uxoris mortem, aut morbum
filiae: communia esse haec; ne quid horum unquam accidat
animo novum, quicquid praeter spem eveniat, omne id deputare esse in lucro.
T. M. PLAVTVS. 1435 FATHERS INCONSIDERATE TO THEIR SONS
UAM iniqui sunt patres in omnis adolescentes
iudices! qui aequom esse censent, nos iam a pueris illico
nasci senes: neque illarum affines esse rerum, quas fert adoles
centia: ex sua libidine moderantur, nunc quae est, non quae
olim fuit. Mihi si unquam filius erit, nae ille facili me utetur
patre : nam et cognoscendi et ignoscendi dabitur peccatis
locus; non ut meus, qui mihi per alium ostendit suam
Perii! is mihi, ubi adbibit plus paulo, sua quae
narrat facinora ? Nunc ait, periculum ex aliis facito, tibi quod ex
usu siet: astutus: nae ille haud scit, quam mihi nunc surdo
P. TERENTIVS AFER
HAT can he do?
S. Why anything that's ill, and never blush at it: he's so true a thief, that he'll steal from himself, and think he has got
by it. He stole out of his mother's belly, being an infant; and from a lousy nurse he stole his nature, from a dog his look, and from an ape his nimbleness; he will look in your face and pick your pockets, rob ye the most wise rat of a cheese-paring; there, where a cat will go in, he will follow, his body has no back-bone. Now if any of you be given to the excellent art of lying, behold, before you here, the master-piece!
THE SOLDIER'S LIFE
HAT slave would be a soldier, to be censured
by such as ne'er saw danger? to have our pay, our worths and merits, balanced in the scale of base moth-eaten peace? I have had wounds would have made all this bench faint and look pale, but to behold them searched. They lay their heads on their soft pillows, pore upon their bags, grow fat with laziness and resty ease; and us, that stand betwixt them and disaster, they will not spare a drachma. O! my soldiers, before you want, I'll sell my small possessions, even to my skin, to help you; plate and jewels, all shall be yours. Men that are men indeed, the earth shall find, the sun and air must feed.
J. WEBSTER F. S.
SEE the beginning of my end, for I am almost
starved. So am not I; but I am more than famished. All the members in my body are in a rebellion one against another. So are mine; and nothing but a cook, being a constable, can appease them, presenting to my nose, instead of his painted staff, a spit full of roast meat. But in this rebellion, what uproars do they make! my belly cries to my mouth, Why dost not gape and feed me? And my mouth sets out a throat to my hand, Why dost thou not lift up meat and cram my chops with it ? Then my hand hath a Aing at mine eyes, because they look not out, and shark for victuals.
PENURIO METHINKS, I am batten'd well of late, grown fat, high and kicking, - thanks to the bounteous Rugio; and now, methinks, I scorn these poor repasts, cheese-parings and the stinking tongues of pilchers: but why should I remember these? they are odious, they are odious in my eyes: the full fat dish now, the bearing dish is that I reverence, the dish an able serving-man sweats under, and bends i’ th' hams, as if the house hung on him, the state of a fat turkey, the decorum he marches in with, all the train and circumstance,'tis such a matter, such a glorious matter! and then his sauce with oranges and onions, and he display'd in all parts ! for such a dish now, and at my need, I would betray my father, and for a roasted conger all my country.
LOVE MISREPRESENTED BY PAINTERS
ONE thousands cares conflicting in my breast,
thus I began to commune with myself-
and never knew the being which they draw;
proved themselves either knaves or madmen, and so were let go: there's none left now in our ship but a few citizens that let their wives keep their shop-books,
some philosophers and a few critics. Her. But what philosophers ha' ye? Don. Oh, very strange fellows; one knows nothing, dares not
aver he lives, goes, sees, feels. Nym. A most unenviable philosopher. Don. Another, that there is no present time; and that one
man to-day and to-morrow, is not the same man: so that he that yesterday owed money, to-day owes none;
because he is not the same man. Her. But why has the Duke thus laboured to have all the
fools shipped out of his dominions ? Don. Marry, because he would play the fool alone without
worth men's envy or admiration;