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The Comedies of Terence

by Terence

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Scene II

Enter Phidippus.

Phid. (to Philumena within). Although, Philumena, I know my pow’r

To force you to comply with my commands;

Yet yielding to paternal tenderness,

I e’en give way, nor cross your humor.

Lach. See,

Phidippus in good time! I’ll learn from him

The cause of this.— (Going up to him.) Phidippus, though I own

Myself indulgent to my family,

Yet my complacency and easiness

Runs not to that extreme, that my good-nature

Corrupts their morals. Would you act like me,

’Twould be of service to both families.

But you, I see, are wholly in their power.

Phid. See there!

Lach. I waited on you yesterday

About your daughter: but I went away

No wiser than I came. It is not right,

If you would have the alliance last between us,

To smother your resentment. If we seem

In fault, declare it; that we may refute,

Or make amends for our offense: and you

Shall carve the satisfaction out yourself.

But if her sickness only is the cause

Of her remaining in your family,

Trust me, Phidippus, but you do me wrong,

To doubt her due attendance at my house.

For, by the pow’rs of heav’n, I’ll not allow

That you, although her father, wish her better

Than I. I love her on my son’s account;

To whom, I’m well convinc’d, she is as dear

As he is to himself: and I can tell

How deeply ’twill affect him, if he knows this.

Wherefore I wish she should come home again,

Before my son’s return.

Phid. My good friend Laches,

I know your care, and your benevolence;

Nor doubt that all is as you say; and hope

That you’ll believe I wish for her return,

So I could but effect it.

Lach. What prevents it?

Tell me, Phidippus! does she blame her husband?

Phid. Not in the least. For when I urg’d it home,

And threaten’d to oblige her to return,

She vow’d most solemnly she could not bear

Your house, so long as Pamphilus was absent.

—All have their failings: I am of so soft

A nature, I can’t thwart my family.

Lach. Ha, Sostrata! (To Sostrata, apart.)

Sostra. Wretch that I am! Ah me! (Aside.)

Lach. And her return’s impossible? (To Phidippus.)

Phid. At present.

—Would you aught else with me? for I have business

That calls me to the Forum.

Lach. I’ll go with you.

Exeunt.

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