"And why remain sitting on this tomb, wrapped in this long
veil, oh, stranger lady?
veil, oh, stranger lady?
Aristophanes
"Is Proteus in these parts?
"
SEVENTH WOMAN. Ah, now, stranger, it must be sea-sickness that makes you
so distraught! You have been told that Proteas is dead, and yet you ask
if he is in these parts.
EURIPIDES. "He is no more! Oh! woe! where lie his ashes? "
MNESILOCHUS. 'Tis on his tomb you see me sitting.
SEVENTH WOMAN. You call an altar a tomb! Beware of the rope!
EURIPIDES.
"And why remain sitting on this tomb, wrapped in this long
veil, oh, stranger lady? "[630]
MNESILOCHUS. "They want to force me to marry a son of Proteus. "
SEVENTH WOMAN. Ah! wretch, why tell such shameful lies? Stranger, this is
a rascal who has slipped in amongst us women to rob us of our trinkets.
MNESILOCHUS (_to Seventh Woman_) "Shout! load me with your insults, for
little care I. "
EURIPIDES. "Who is the old woman who reviles you, stranger lady? "
MNESILOCHUS. "'Tis Theonoe, the daughter of Proteus. "
SEVENTH WOMAN. I! Why, my name's Critylla, the daughter of
Antitheus,[631] of the deme of Gargettus;[632] as for you, you are a
rogue.
SEVENTH WOMAN. Ah, now, stranger, it must be sea-sickness that makes you
so distraught! You have been told that Proteas is dead, and yet you ask
if he is in these parts.
EURIPIDES. "He is no more! Oh! woe! where lie his ashes? "
MNESILOCHUS. 'Tis on his tomb you see me sitting.
SEVENTH WOMAN. You call an altar a tomb! Beware of the rope!
EURIPIDES.
"And why remain sitting on this tomb, wrapped in this long
veil, oh, stranger lady? "[630]
MNESILOCHUS. "They want to force me to marry a son of Proteus. "
SEVENTH WOMAN. Ah! wretch, why tell such shameful lies? Stranger, this is
a rascal who has slipped in amongst us women to rob us of our trinkets.
MNESILOCHUS (_to Seventh Woman_) "Shout! load me with your insults, for
little care I. "
EURIPIDES. "Who is the old woman who reviles you, stranger lady? "
MNESILOCHUS. "'Tis Theonoe, the daughter of Proteus. "
SEVENTH WOMAN. I! Why, my name's Critylla, the daughter of
Antitheus,[631] of the deme of Gargettus;[632] as for you, you are a
rogue.