The Brothers: Act the Fourth: Scene VIII
I'm tir'dWith walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;You and your blind directions! I have crawl'dAll the town over: to the gate; the pond;Where not? No sign of any shop was there,Nor any person who had seen my brother.--Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my restIn his own house, till he comes home again. (Going.
HarperI'm tir'dWith walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;Colman 1768I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking.
Words in this poem
- jove n.
- The chief divinity of the ancient Romans; Jupiter. [L. Jupiter, gen. Jovis, OL. Jovis, nom. & gen. for Djovis; akin to E. Tuesday. See Tuesday, and cf. Jupiter.]
- harper n.
- A player on the harp; a minstrel. [AS. hearpere.]
Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.
About this text
The Brothers: Act the Fourth: Scene VIII 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
The Brothers: Act the Fourth: Scene VIII is 13 lines in 2 stanzas. This poem did not settle on a metre of its own; the book it comes from is 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 |
|---|---|---|
| I'm tir'd | 3 | ·/˘ |
| With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus; | 11 | ·/˘···˘/··· |
| You and your blind directions! I have crawl'd | 10 | ····˘/˘··· |
| All the town over: to the gate; the pond; | 10 | ·········· |
| Where not? No sign of any shop was there, | 10 | ·····/˘··· |
| Nor any person who had seen my brother. | 11 | ·/˘/˘····/˘ |
| --Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my rest | 10 | ·········· |
| In his own house, till he comes home again. (Going. | 11 | ········˘// |
| Harper | 2 | /˘ |
| I'm tir'd | 3 | ·/˘ |
| With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus; | 11 | ·/˘···˘/··· |
| Colman 1768 | 2 | /˘ |
| I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking. | 11 | ·······/·/˘ |
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