Complete Works of Terence

by Terence

  Chrem. ‘Tis that, in fact, that has embarrassed me in my plans. For if I offer my daughter in marriage to any person that’s a stranger, it must all be told how and by whom I had her. You I knew to be fully as faithful to me as I am to myself; if a stranger shall think fit to be connected with me by marriage, he will hold his tongue, just as long as good terms exist between us: but if he takes a dislike to me, he’ll be knowing more than it’s proper he should know. I am afraid, too, lest my wife should, by some means, come to know of it; if that is the case, it only remains for me to shake myself and leave the house; for I’m the only one I can rely on at home.

  Dem. I know it is so, and that circumstance is a cause of anxiety to me; and I shall never cease trying, until I’ve made good what I promised you.

  Scene II.

  Enter Geta, on the other side of the stage, not seeing Demipho or Chremes.

  Geta. (to himself.) I never saw a more cunning fellow than this Phormio. I came to the fellow to tell him that money was needed, and by what means it might be procured. Hardly had I said one half, when he understood me; he was quite delighted; complimented me; asked where the old man was; gave thanks to the Gods that an opportunity was afforded him for showing himself no less a friend to Phædria than to Antipho: I bade the fellow wait for me at the Forum; whither I would bring the old gentleman. But see, here’s the very man (catching sight of the Old Man). Who is the further one? Heyday, Phædria’s father has got back! still, brute beast that I am, what was I afraid of? Is it because two are presented instead of one for me to dupe? I deem it preferable to enjoy a two-fold hope. I’ll try for it from him from whom I first intended: if he gives it me, well and good; if I can make nothing of him, then I’ll attack this new-comer.

  Scene III.

  Enter Antipho from the house, behind at a distance.

  Ant. (to himself.) I’m expecting every moment that Geta will be here. But I see my uncle standing close by, with my father. Ah me! how much I fear what influence his return may have upon my father!

  Geta. (to himself.) I’ll accost them. (Goes up to them.) O welcome to you, our neighbor Chremes.

  Chrem. Save you, Geta.

  Geta. I’m delighted to see you safe returned.

  Chrem. I believe you.

  Geta. How go matters?

  Chrem. Many changes here upon my arrival, as usually the case.

  Geta. True; have you heard what has happened to Antipho?

  Chrem. All.

  Geta. (to Demipho.) What, have you told him? Disgraceful conduct, Chremes, thus to be imposed on.

  Dem. It was about that I was talking to him just now.

  Geta. But really, on carefully reflecting upon this matter I think I have found a remedy.

  Dem. What is the remedy?

  Geta. When I left you, by accident Phormio met me.

  Chrem. Who is Phormio?

  Geta. He who patronized her.

  Chrem. I understand.

  Geta. It seemed to me that I might first sound him; I took the fellow aside: “Phormio,” said I, “why don’t we try to settle these matters between us rather with a good grace than with a bad one? My master’s a generous man, and one who hates litigation; but really, upon my faith, all his friends were just now advising him with one voice to turn her instantly out of doors.”

  Ant. (apart.) What is he about? Or where is this to end at last?

  Geta (continuing the supposed conversation.) “He’ll have to give satisfaction at law, you say, if he turns her out? That has been already inquired into: aye, aye, you’ll have enough to do, if you engage with him; he is so eloquent. But suppose he’s beaten; still, however, it’s not his life, but his money that’s at stake.” After I found that the fellow was influenced by these words, I said: “We are now by ourselves here; come now, what should you like to be given you, money down, to drop this suit with my master, so that she may betake herself off, and you annoy us no more?”

  Ant. (apart.) Are the Gods quite on good terms with him?

  Geta (continuing the conversation.) “For I’m quite sure, if you were to mention any thing that’s fair and reasonable, as he is a reasonable man, you’ll not have to bandy three words with him.”

  Dem. Who ordered you to say so?

  Chrem. Nay, he could not have more happily contrived to bring about what we want.

  Ant. (apart.) Undone!

  Chrem. Go on with your story.

  Geta. At first the fellow raved.

  Dem. Say, what did he ask?

  Geta. What? A great deal too much.

  Chrem. How much? Tell me.

  Geta. Suppose he were to give a great talent.

  Dem. Aye, faith, perdition to him rather; has he no shame?

  Geta. Just what I said to him: “Pray,” said I, “suppose he was portioning an only daughter of his own. It has been of little benefit that he hasn’t one of his own, when another has been found to be demanding a fortune.” To be brief, and to pass over his impertinences, this at last was his final answer: “I,” said he, “from the very first, have been desirous to marry the daughter of my friend, as was fit I should; for I was aware of the ill results of this, a poor wife being married into a rich family, and becoming a slave. But, as I am now conversing with you unreservedly, I was in want of a wife to bring me a little money with which to pay off my debts; and even yet, if Demipho is willing to give as much as I am to receive with her to whom I am engaged, there is no one whom I should better like for a wife.”

  Ant. (apart.) Whether to say he’s doing this through folly or mischief, through stupidity or design, I’m in doubt.

  Dem. What if he’s in debt to the amount of his life?

  Geta. His land is mortgaged, — for ten minæ he said.

  Dem. Well, well, let him take her then; I’ll give it.

  Geta. He has a house besides, mortgaged for another ten.

  Dem. Huy, huy! that’s too much.

  Chrem. Don’t be crying out; you may have those ten of me.

  Geta. A lady’s maid must be brought for his wife; and then too, a little more is wanted for some furniture, and some is wanted for the wedding expenses. “Well then,” said he, “for these items, put down ten more.”

  Dem. Then let him at once bring six hundred actions against me; I shall give nothing at all; is this dirty fellow to be laughing at me as well?

  Chrem. Pray do be quiet; I’ll give it: do you only bring your son to marry the woman we want him to have.

  Ant. (apart.) Ah me! Geta, you have ruined me by your treachery.

  Chrem. ‘Tis on my account she’s turned off; it’s right that I should bear the loss.

  Geta. “Take care and let me know,” said he, “as soon as possible, if they are going to let me have her, that I may get rid of the other, so that I mayn’t be in doubt; for the others have agreed to pay me down the portion directly.”

  Chrem. Let him have her at once; let him give notice to them that he breaks off the match with the other, and let him marry this woman.

  Dem. Yes, and little joy to him of the bargain!

  Chrem. Luckily, too, I’ve now brought home some money with me, the rents which my wife’s farms at Lemnos produce. I’ll take it out of that, and tell my wife that you had occasion for it.

  They go into the house of Chremes.

  Scene IV.

  Antipho and Geta.

  Ant. (coming forward.) Geta.

  Geta. Well.

  Ant. What have you been doing?

  Geta. Diddling the old fellows out of their money.

  Ant. Is that quite the thing?

  Geta. I’ faith, I don’t know: it’s just what I was told to do.

  Ant. How now, whip-scoundrel, do you give me an answer to what I don’t ask you? (Kicks him.)

  Geta. What was it then that you did ask?

  Ant. What was it I did ask? Through your agency, matters have most undoubtedly come to the pass that I may go hang myself. May then all the Gods, Goddesses, Deities above and below, with every evil con
found you! Look now, if you wish any thing to succeed, intrust it to him who may bring you from smooth water on to a rock. What was there less advantageous than to touch upon this sore, or to name my wife? Hopes have been excited in my father that she may possibly be got rid of. Pray now, tell me, suppose Phormio receives the portion, she must be taken home by him as his wife: what’s to become of me?

  Geta. But he’s not going to marry her.

  Ant. I know that. But (ironically) when they demand the money back, of course, for our sake, he’ll prefer going to prison.

  Geta. There is nothing, Antipho, but what it may be made worse by being badly told: you leave out what is good, and you mention the bad. Now then, hear the other side: if he receives the money, she must be taken as his wife, you say; I grant you; still, some time at least will be allowed for preparing for the nuptials, for inviting, and for sacrificing. In the mean time, Phædria’s friends will advance what they have promised; out of that he will repay it.

  Ant. On what grounds? Or what will he say?

  Geta. Do you ask the question? “How many circumstances, since then, have befallen me as prodigies? A strange black dog entered the house; a snake came down from the tiles through the sky-light; a hen crowed; the soothsayer forbade it; the diviner warned me not: besides, before winter there is no sufficient reason for me to commence upon any new undertaking.” This will be the case.

  Ant. I only wish it may be the case.

  Geta. It shall be the case; trust me for that. Your father’s coming out; go tell Phædria that the money is found.

  Scene V.

  Enter Demipho and Chremes, from the house of the latter, the former with a purse of money.

  Dem. Do be quiet, I tell you; I’ll take care he shall not be playing any tricks upon us. I’ll not rashly part with this without having my witnesses; I’ll have it stated to whom I pay it, and for what purpose I pay it.

  Geta. (apart.) How cautious he is, when there’s no need for it!

  Chrem. Why yes, you had need do so, and with all haste, while the fit is upon him; for if this other woman shall prove more pressing, perhaps he may throw us over.

  Geta. You’ve hit upon the very thing.

  Dem. Lead me to him then.

  Geta. I won’t delay.

  Chrem. (to Demipho.) When you’ve done so, go over to my wife, that she may call upon her before she goes away. She must tell her that we are going to give her in marriage to Phormio, that she may not be angry with us; and that he is a fitter match for her, as knowing more of her; that we have in no way departed from our duty; that as much has been given for a portion as he asked for.

  Dem. What the plague does that matter to you?

  Chrem. A great deal, Demipho. It is not enough for you to do your duty, if common report does not approve of it; I wish all this to be done with her own sanction as well, that she mayn’t be saying that she has been turned out of doors.

  Dem. I can do all that myself.

  Chrem. It will come better from one woman to another.

  Dem. I’ll ask her.

  Goes into the house of Chremes; and exit Geta.

  Chrem. (to himself.) I’m thinking where I can find them now.

  Scene VI.

  Enter Sophrona from the house of Demipho, at a distance.

  Soph. (to herself.) What am I to do? What friend, in my distress, shall I find, to whom to disclose these plans; and where shall I look for relief? For I’m afraid that my mistress, in consequence of my advice, may undeservingly sustain some injury, so extremely ill do I hear that the young man’s father takes what has happened.

  Chrem. (apart, to himself.) But what old woman’s this, that has come out of my brother’s house, half dead with fright?

  Soph. (to herself, continuing.) It was distress that compelled me to this step, though I knew that the match was not likely to hold good; my object was, that in the mean time life might be supported.

  Chrem. (apart, to himself.) Upon my faith, surely, unless my recollection deceives me, or my sight’s not very good, I espy my daughter’s nurse.

  Soph. (to herself.) And we are not able to find ——

  Chrem. (apart.) What must I do?

  Soph. (to herself.) Her father.

  Chrem. (to himself, apart.) Shall I accost her, or shall I wait to learn more distinctly what it is she’s saying?

  Soph. (to herself.) If now I could find him, there’s nothing that I should be in fear of.

  Chrem. (apart, to himself, aloud.) ‘Tis the very woman. I’ll address her.

  Soph. (turning round.) Who’s that speaking here?

  Chrem. (coming forward.) Sophrona.

  Soph. Mentioning my name, too?

  Chrem. Look round at me.

  Soph. (seeing him.) Ye Gods, I do beseech you, isn’t this Stilpho?

  Chrem. No.

  Soph. Do you deny it?

  Chrem. (in a low voice.) Step a little this way from that door, Sophrona, if you please (pointing). Don’t you, henceforth, be calling me by that name.

  Soph. Why? Pray, are you not the person you always used to say you were?

  Chrem. Hush! (pointing to his own house.)

  Soph. Why are you afraid about that door?

  Chrem. (in a low voice.) I have got a shrew of a wife shut up there. For by that name I formerly falsely called myself, in order that you might not chance indiscreetly to blab it out of doors, and then my wife, by some means or other, might come to know of it.

  Soph. I’ faith, that’s the very reason why we, wretched creatures, have never been able to find you out here.

  Chrem. Well, but tell me, what business have you with that family from whose house you were coming out? Where are the ladies?

  Soph. Ah, wretched me!

  Chrem. Hah! What’s the matter? Are they still alive?

  Soph. Your daughter is alive. Her poor mother died of grief.

  Chrem. An unfortunate thing!

  Soph. As for me, being a lone old woman, in want, and unknown, I contrived, as well as I could, to get the young woman married to the young man who is master of this house (pointing).

  Chrem. What! to Antipho?

  Soph. The very same, I say.

  Chrem. What? Has he got two wives?

  Soph. Dear no, prithee, he has only got this one.

  Chrem. What about the other one that’s called his relative?

  Soph. Why, this is she.

  Chrem. What is it you say?

  Soph. It was done on purpose, in order that her lover might be enabled to marry her without a portion.

  Chrem. Ye Gods, by our trust in you! How often do those things come about through accident, which you couldn’t dare to hope for? On my return, I have found my daughter matched with the very person I wished, and just as I wanted; a thing that we were both using our endeavors, with the greatest earnestness, to bring about. Without any very great management on our part, by her own management, she has by herself brought this about.

  Soph. Now consider what’s to be done. The young man’s father has returned, and they say that he bears this with feelings highly offended.

  Chrem. There’s no danger of that. But, by Gods and men, do take care that no one comes to know that she’s my daughter.

  Soph. No one shall know it from me.

  Chrem. Follow me; in-doors we’ll hear the rest.

  He goes into Demipho’s house, followed by Sophrona.

  ACT THE FOURTH.

  Scene I.

  Enter Demipho and Geta.

  Dem. ‘Tis caused by our own fault, that it is advantageous to be dishonest; while we wish ourselves to be styled very honest and generous. “So run away as not to run beyond the house,” as the saying is. Was it not enough to receive an injury from him, but money must be voluntarily offered him as well, that he may have something on which to subsist while he plans some other piece of roguery?

  Geta. Most clearly so.

  Dem. They now get rewarded for it, who confound right with wrong.

  Geta. Mos
t undoubtedly.

  Dem. How very foolishly, in fact, we have managed the affair with him!

  Geta. If by these means we can only manage for him to marry her.

  Dem. Is that, then, a matter of doubt?

  Geta. I’ faith, judging from what the fellow is, I don’t know whether he mightn’t change his mind.

  Dem. How! change it indeed?

  Geta. I don’t know: but “if perhaps,” I say.

  Dem. I’ll do as my brother advised me, bring hither his wife, to talk with her. Do you, Geta, go before; tell her that Nausistrata is about to visit her.

  Demipho goes into the house of Chremes.

  Scene II.

  Geta, alone.

  Geta. The money’s been got for Phædria; it’s all hushed about the lawsuit; due care has been taken that she’s not to leave for the present. What next, then? What’s to be done? You are still sticking in the mud. You are paying by borrowing; the evil that was at hand, has been put off for a day. The toils are increasing upon you, if you don’t look out. Now I’ll away home, and tell Phanium not to be afraid of Nausistrata, or his talking.

  Goes into the house of Demipho.

  Scene III.

  Enter Demipho and Nausistrata, from the house of Chremes.

  Dem. Come now, Nausistrata, after your usual way, manage to keep her in good-humor with us, and make her do of her own accord what must be done.

  Naus. I will.

  Dem. You are now seconding me with your endeavors, just as you assisted me with your money before.

  Naus. I wish to do so; and yet, i’ faith, through the fault of my husband, I am less able than I ought to be.

  Dem. Why so?

  Naus. Because, i’ faith, he takes such indifferent care of the property that was so industriously acquired by my father; for from those farms he used regularly to receive two talents of silver yearly; there’s an instance, how superior one man is to another.

  Dem. Two talents, pray?

  Naus. Aye, and when things were much worse, two talents even.