A PLEASANT AND FINE CON CEITED COMAEDIE, CALLED MENECHMUS, Taken out of the most excellent Poet Plautus. ACT I. SCENE 1.-Enter PENICULUS a Parasite. PENICULUS was given mee for my name when I was yong, bicause like a broome I swept all cleane away, where so ere I become: Namely all the vittels which are set before mee. Now in my judgement, 5 men that clap iron bolts on such captives as they I warrant ye, stir a foote. These strings to tie one what metall so ever, for the more slack and easie SCENE 2.-Enter MENECHMUS talking backe to his wife within. If ye were not such a brabling foole and mad- her dad with a vengeance. I can never go foorth 5 ΙΟ Pen. Yea marry now comes hee to the point that 15 prickes me this last speech gaules mee as much as it would doo his wife; If he dine not at home, I Men. We that have Loves abroad, and wives at home, are miserably hampred, yet would every man could 20 25 Pen. Come, what share have I in that same ? Men. Out alas, I am taken. Pen. True, but by your friend. Men. What, mine owne Peniculus ? Pen. Yours (i faith) bodie and goods if I had any. 30 Pen. Yea, but neither goods nor good bodie. Men. Thou couldst never come fitter in all thy life. Pen. Tush, I ever do so to my friends, I know how to come alwaies in the nicke. Where dine ye to-day? 35 Men. Ile tell thee of a notable pranke. Pen. What did the Cooke marre your meate in the dressing? would I might see the reversion. Men. Tell me didst thou see a picture, how Jupiters Eagle snatcht away Ganimede, or how Venus stole 40 away Adonis ? Pen. Often, but what care I for shadowes, I want Men. Looke thee here, looke not I like such a picture? 45 Men. What? canst adde nothing of thine owne? Pen. Ye are a most pleasant gentleman. Men. On yet. Pen. Nay not a word more, unlesse ye tell mee how you and your wife be fallen out. 50 Men. Nay I have a greater secret then that to impart 55 to you. Pen. Say your minde. Men. Come farther this way from my house. Pen. So, let me heare. Pen. ('Tis pittie ye were not made a water-man to row in a wherry. Men. Why? Pen. Because ye go one way, and looke an other, stil least your wife should follow ye. matter, Ist not almost dinner time? Men. Seest thou this cloake? Pen. Not yet. Well what of it? But what's the Men. This same I meane to give to Erotium. Pen. That's well, but what of all this? 60 65 70 Men. There I meane to have a delicious dinner pre pard for her and me. Pen. And me. Men. And thee. Pen. O sweet word. What, shall I knock presently Men. I knocke. But staie too Peniculus, let's not be 75 80 Enter EROTIUM. Eroti. What mine owne Menechmus, welcome sweete heart. Pen. And what am I, welcome too? Erot. You Sir? ye are out of the number of my wel come guests. *Pen. I am like a voluntary souldier, out of paie. 186 Men. Erotium, I have determined that here shal be pitcht a field this day; we meane to drinke for the heavens: And which of us performes the bravest service at his weopon the wine boll, yourselfe as Captaine shall paie him his wages according to his deserts. Erot. Agreed. Pen. I would we had the weapons, for my pricks me to the battaile. valour Men. Shall I tell thee sweete mouse? I never looke upon thee, but I am quite out of love with my wife. Eroti. Yet yee cannot chuse, but yee must still weare something of hers: what's this same? Men. This? such a spoyle (sweete heart) as I tooke from her to put on thee. Ero. Mine owne Menechmus, well woorthie to be my 105 deare, of all dearest. Pen. Now she showes her selfe in her likenesse, when shee findes him in the giving vaine, she drawes close to him. Men. I think Hercules got not the garter from Hypolita 110 so hardly, as I got this from my wife. Take this, and with the same, take my heart. |