f today[160],
unless it was an emphatic announcement to the audience that the play was
over.
B. _Inconsistencies and carelessness of composition_.
We have referred above to the voluminous mass of inconsistencies,
contradictions and psychological improbabilities collected by Langen in
his _Plautinische Studien_. He really succeeds in finding the crux of the
situation in recognizing that these features are inherent in Plautus'
style and are frequently employed solely for comic effect, though he is
often overcome by a natural Teutonic stolidity. He aptly points out that
Plautus in his selection of originals has in the main chosen plots with
more vigorous action than Terence. We shall have occasion to quote him at
intervals, but desire to develop this topic quite independently.
1. Pointless badinage and padded scenes.
Strong evidence of loose construction and lack of a technical dramatic
ideal is contained in the large number of scenes padded out with pointless
badinage, often tiresome, often wholly episodical in nature, as the
monodies, and putting for a time a complete check on the plot. The most
striking of these is _Aul._ 631 ff., when Euclio, suspecting Strobilus of
the theft of his gold, pounces upon him and belabors him:
"STR. (_Howling and dancing and making violent efforts to free himself._)
What the plague has got hold of you? What have you to do with me, you
dotard? Why pick on me? Why are you grabbing me? Don't beat me! (_Succeeds
in breaking loose._)
EUC. (_Shaking stick at him._) You first-class jailbird, do you dare ask
me again? You're not a thief, but three thieves rolled into one!
STR. (_Whining and nursing bruises_) What did I steal from you?
EUC. (_Still threatening._) Give it back here, I say?
STR. (_Trembling and edging off._) What is it you want me to give back?
EUC. (_Watching him narrowly._) You ask?
STR. I tell you, I didn't take a thing from you.
EUC. (_Impatiently._) All right, but hand over what you did take!
(_Pause._) Well, well!
STR. Well, what?
EUC. You can't get away with it.
STR. (_Bolder._) Look here, what do you want?...
EUC. (_Angrier and angrier._) Hand it over, I say! Stop quibbling! I'm not
trifling now!
STR. Now what shall I hand over? Speak out! Why don't you give the thing a
name? I swear I never touched or handled anything of yours.
EUC. Put out your hands.
STR. There you are! I've done so. See them?
EUC. (_Scrutinizing his han
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