I see two poor lone women sitting in a bit of a boat. How the poor creatures are being tossed about! Hoorah! Hoorah! Fine! The waves are whirling their boat past the rocks into the shallows. A pilot couldn't have steered straighter. I swear I never saw waves more high. They're safe if they escape those breakers. Now, now, danger! One is overboard! Ah, the water's not deep: she'll swim out in a minute. Hooray! See the other one, how the wave tossed her out! She is up, she's on her way shoreward; she's safe!" Sceparnio clasps his hands, jumps up and down, grasps the shaking Daemones convulsively and communicates his excitement to the audience. It is a piece of thrilling theatrical declamation and must have wrought the spectators up to a high pitch. In general, the Rud. is a superior play. In Cas. 229 ff. there is developed a piece of faithful and entertaining character-drawing, as the old rouA(C) Lysidamus fawns upon his militant spouse Cleostrata, with the following as its climax: "CLE. (Sniffling.) Ha! Whence that odor of perfumes, eh?

Sc Monologue from The Dramatic Values in Plautus

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