The Comedies of Terence

by Terence

Th’ old man a dotard!—’Tis not in the pow’r

Of Providence herself, howe’er desirous,

To save from ruin such a family.

[ SCENE XI.]

Enter at a distance Syrus, drunk.

Syrus. (to himself). Faith, little Syrus, you’ve ta’en special care

Of your sweet self, and play’d your part most rarely.

—Well, go your ways:—but having had my fill

Of ev’ry thing within, I’ve now march’d forth

To take a turn or two abroad.