Phormio: Act the Fourth: Scene V
CHREM. O Jupiter!The Gods take care of us. I've found my daughterMarried to your son.
DEM. Ha! how could it be?
CHREM. It is not safe to tell you here.
DEM. Step in then.
CHREM. But hark ye, Demipho!--I would not haveEven our very sons inform'd of this. (Exeunt.
Words in this poem
- exeunt
- They go out, or retire from the scene; as, exeunt all except Hamlet. See 1st Exit. [L., 3d pers. pl. pres. of exire to go out.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
Phormio: Act the Fourth: Scene V is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Comedies of Terence, Project Gutenberg ebook #22695; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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Form and metre
Phormio: Act the Fourth: Scene V is 8 lines in 5 stanzas. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is in iambic pentameter.
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.
Scansion, line by line
Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic pentameter. How this is done.
| Line | Syl. | Stress |
|---|---|---|
| CHREM. O Jupiter! | 5 | ··/˘˘ |
| The Gods take care of us. I've found my daughter | 11 | ·········/˘ |
| Married to your son. | 5 | /˘··· |
| DEM. Ha! how could it be? | 6 | ······ |
| CHREM. It is not safe to tell you here. | 9 | ········· |
| DEM. Step in then. | 4 | ···· |
| CHREM. But hark ye, Demipho!--I would not have | 11 | ··········· |
| Even our very sons inform'd of this. (Exeunt. | 12 | ///˘·˘/··/˘˘ |
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