Act IV, Scene II

Enter Menaechmus of Epidamnus.

Men. (to himself). How we do practise a custom here that is very foolish and extremely troublesome, and how even those who are the most worthy and great do follow this habit: all wish their dependants to be many in number; whether they are deserving or undeserving, about that they don't enquire. Their property is more enquired about, than what the reputation of their clients is for honor. If any person is poor and not dishonest, he is considered worthless; but if a rich man is dishonest, he is considered a good client. Those who neither regard laws nor any good or justice at all, the same have zealous patrons. What has been entrusted to them, they deny to have been so entrusted; men full of litigation, rapacious, and fraudulent; who have acquired their property either by usury or by perjury; their whole pleasure is in litigation. When the day for trial is appointed, at the same time it is mentioned to their patrons, in order that they may plead for them, about what they have done amiss. Before the people, or at law before the Praetor, or before the Aedile, is the cause tried. Just so, this day, a certain dependant has kept me very much engaged, nor was it allowed me to do what I wished, or in company with whom I wished; so fast did he stick to me, so much did he detain me. Before the Aedile, in behalf of his doings, very many and very disgraceful, did I plead his cause; a compromise I obtained, obscure and perplexed--more than enough I said, and than I needed to say, that surety for him might end this litigation. What did he do? Well, what? He gave bail. And never did I at any time see any person more clearly detected; three very adverse witnesses against all his misdeeds were there. May all the Gods confound him, he has so spoilt this day for me; and myself as well, who ever this day beheld the Forum with my eyes. I ordered a breakfast to be prepared; my mistress is expecting me, I'm sure; as soon as ever I had the opportunity, I made haste immediately to leave the Forum. Now, I suppose, she's angry with me; the mantle, however, will appease her that I gave her, the one I took away to-day from my wife and carried to Erotium here.

Pen. (apart to the Wife). What say you now?

Wife (apart). That I'm unfortunately married to a worthless fellow.

Pen. (apart). Do you perfectly hear what he says?

Wife (apart). Quite well. Men. If I am wise, I shall be going hence in-doors, where it may be comfortable for me.

Pen. (coming forward). Stop; on the contrary, it shall be uncomfortable.

Men. * * * * she is very sorrowful; this doesn't quite please me, but I'll speak to her. Tell me, my wife, what is it amiss with you?

Pen. (to the Wife). The pretty fellow's soothing you.

Men. Can't you cease being annoying to me? Did I address you?

Wife. (turning away from Menaechmus). Take yourself off--away with your caresses from me. Do you persist in it?

Men. Why are you offended with me?

Wife. You ought to know. Pen. The rascal knows, but he pretends not to know.

Men. Has any one of the servants done amiss? Do either the maid or the men-servants give you saucy answers? Speak out; it shan't be done with impunity.

Wife. You are trifling. Men. Surely you are angry at some one of the domestics?

Wife. You are trifling. Men. Are you angry with me at all events?

Wife. Now you are not trifling. Men. I' faith, I haven't done wrong in anything.

Wife. Ah! now you are trifling again.

Men. Wife, what's the matter? Wife. Do you ask me that?

Men. Do you wish me to ask him? (To Peniculus.) What's the matter?

Wife. The mantle. Men. The mantle?

Wife. A certain person has taken a mantle. (Menaechmus starts.)

Pen. (to Menaechmus). Why are you alarmed?

Men. For my part, I'm not alarmed at all--(aside) except about one thing; the mantle makes my face mantle.

Pen. (aside to Menaechmus). But as for me, you shouldn't have slily devoured the breakfast. (To the Wife.) Go on against your husband.

Men. (making signs to Peniculus). Won't you hold your tongue?

Pen. Faith, I really will not hold my tongue. (To the Wife.) He's nodding to me not to speak.

Men. On my word, I really never did nod to you, or wink in any way.

Pen. Nothing is more audacious than this man, who resolutely denies those things which you see.

Men. By Jupiter and all the Gods, I swear, wife, that I did not nod to him; isn't that enough for you?

Pen. She now believes you about that matter: go back again there.

Men. Go back where? Pen. Why, to the embroiderer, as I suppose. Go and bring the mantle back.Men. What mantle is it? Pen. Now I hold my tongue, since he doesn't remember his own business.

Wife. Did you suppose that you could possibly commit these villanies unknown to me? By heavens, you have assuredly taken that away from me at a heavy usury; such is the return. (Shaking her fist .)

Pen. Such is the return. Do you make haste to eat up the breakfast in my absence; and then in your drunkenness make fun of me, with your chaplet on, before the house.

Men. By all the powers, I have neither breakfasted, nor have I this day set foot inside of that house.

Pen. Do you deny it? Men. By my troth, I really do deny it.

Pen. Nothing is there more audacious than this fellow. Did I not just now see you standing here before the house, with a chaplet of flowers on, when you were declaring that my headpiece wasn't sound, and declaring that you didn't know me, and saying that you were a foreigner?

Men. On the contrary, as some time since I parted with you, so I'm now returning home at last.

Pen. I understand you. You didn't think it was in my power to take vengeance upon you; i' faith, I've told it all to your wife.

Men. Told her what? Pen. I don't know; ask her own self.

Men. (turning to Aw Wife). What's this, wife? Pray, what has he been telling you? What is it? Why are you silent? Why don't you say what it is?

Wife. As though you didn't know. I' faith, I certainly am a miserable woman.

Men. Why are you a miserable woman? tell me.

Wife. Do you ask me? Men. Faith, I shouldn't ask you if I knew.

Pen. O the wicked fellow; how he does dissemble. You cannot conceal it; she knows the matter thoroughly; by my faith, I've disclosed everything.

Men. What is it? Wife. Inasmuch as you are not at all ashamed, and don't wish to confess of your own accord, listen, and attend to this; I'll both let you know why I'm /sorrowful, and what he has told me. My mantle has been purloined from me at home.

Men. Mantle purloined from me? Pen. (to the Wife). D'you see how the rogue is catching you up? (To Menaechmus.) It was purloined from her, not from you; for certainly if it had been purloined from you, it would now be safe.

Men. (to Peniculus). I've nothing to do with you. But (to his Wife) what is it you say?

Wife. A mantle, I say, has been lost from home.

Men. Who has stolen it? Wife. I faith, he knows that, who took it away.

Men. What person was it? Wife. A certain Menaechmus.

Men. By my troth, 'twas villanously done. Who is this Menaechmus?

Wife. You are he, I say. Men. I?

Wife. You. Men. Who accuses me?

Wife. I, myself. Pen. I, too; and you carried it off to Erotium here, your mistress.

Men. I, gave it her? Pen. You, you, I say. Do you wish for an owl to be brought here, to say " you, you," continually to you? For we are now quite tired of it.

Men. By Jupiter and all the Gods, I swear, wife (and isn't that enough for you?), that I did not give it.

Pen. Aye, and I, by all the powers, that we are telling no untruth.

Men. But I haven't given it away, but just only lent it to be made use of.

Wife. But, i' faith, for my part, I don't lend either your scarf or your cloak out of the house, to any one, to be made use of. 'Tis fair that the woman should lend out of the house the woman's apparel, the man the man's. But why don't you bring the mantle home again?

Men. I'll have it brought back. Wife. For your own interest you'll do so, as I think; for you shall never enter the house to-day unless you bring the mantle with you. I'm going home.

Pen. (to the Wife). What's there to be for me, who have given you this assistance?

Wife. Your assistance shall be repaid, when anything shall be purloined from your house. (The Wife goes into the house.)

Pen. Then, by my troth, that really will never be; for nothing have I at home to lose. May the Gods confound you, both husband and wife. I'll make haste to the Forum, for I see clearly that I've quite fallen out with this family.

(Exit.

Men. My wife thinks that she does me an injury when she shuts me out of doors; as though I hadn't another better place to be admitted into. If I displease you, I must endure it; I shall please Erotium here, who won't be shutting, me out of her house, but will be shutting me up in her house rather. Now I'll go; I'll beg her to give me back the mantle that I gave her a while since. I'll purchase another for her--a better one. Hallo! is any one the porter here? (Knocks at Erotium's door.) Open here, and some one of you call Erotium before the door.