The Andrian: Act the Fifth: Scene IV
--By Heav'n,As I do live, I'll make you know this dayWhat peril lies in trifling with a master,And make him know what 'tis to plague a father.
CHREMES. Ah, be not in such rage.
SIMO. Oh Chremes, Chremes,Filial unkindness!--Don't you pity me!To feel all this for such a thankless son!----Here, Pamphilus, come forth! ho, Pamphilus!Have you no shame? (Calling at GLYCERIUM'S door.)
Words in this poem
- filial a.
- Of or pertaining to a son or daughter; becoming to a child in relation to his parents; as, filial obedience. [L. filialis, fr. filius son, filia daughter; akin to e. female, feminine. Cf. Fitz.]
- thankless a.
- Not acknowledging favors; not expressing thankfulness; unthankful; ungrateful.
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
The Andrian: Act the Fifth: Scene IV 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.
Cite as: Terence, The Andrian: Act the Fifth: Scene IV, in The Comedies of Terence (1765), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #22695, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/terence-comedies/the-andrian-act-the-fifth-scene-iv.html, id L25748.
Form and metre
The Andrian: Act the Fifth: Scene IV is 10 lines in 3 stanzas. The metre is iambic pentameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 89%).
See other poems in iambic pentameter.
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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 |
|---|---|---|
| --By Heav'n, | 2 | ·· |
| As I do live, I'll make you know this day | 10 | ·········· |
| What peril lies in trifling with a master, | 11 | ·/˘··/˘··/˘ |
| And make him know what 'tis to plague a father. | 11 | ·········/˘ |
| CHREMES. Ah, be not in such rage. | 7 | ······· |
| SIMO. Oh Chremes, Chremes, | 5 | /˘··· |
| Filial unkindness!--Don't you pity me! | 10 | /˘·····/˘· |
| To feel all this for such a thankless son!---- | 10 | ·······/˘· |
| Here, Pamphilus, come forth! ho, Pamphilus! | 10 | ·········· |
| Have you no shame? (Calling at GLYCERIUM'S door.) | 11 | ····/˘····· |
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