have
vowed to walk him to death, if he should return home.]
[Footnote 46: _Regardful of a parent_)--Ver. 448. Colman observes
here: "This reflection seems to be rather improper in this place,
for the discovery of Philumena's labor betrayed to Pamphilus the
real motive of her departure; after which discovery his anxiety
proceeds entirely from the supposed injury offered him, and his
filial piety is from that period made use of merely as a
pretense."]
[Footnote 47: _He lived well_)--Ver. 461. This is living well in
the sense used by the "Friar of orders gray." "Who leads a good
life is sure to live well."]
[Footnote 48: _Brought home nothing more_)--Ver. 462. Colman
remarks that this passage is taken notice of by Donatus as a
particularly happy stroke of character; and indeed the idea of a
covetous old man gaping for a fat legacy, and having his mouth
stopped by a moral precept, is truly comic.]
[Footnote 49: _Pay back her portion_)--Ver. 502. As was
universally done on a separation by agreement.]
[Footnote 50: _At the right time_)--Ver. 531. Lemaire observes
that, from this passage, it would appear that the Greeks
considered seven months sufficient for gestation. So it would
appear, if we are to take the time of the Play to be seven, and
not nine, months after the marriage; and, as before observed, the
former seems to be the more reasonable conclusion.]
[Footnote 51: _A ring which_)--Ver. 574. Colman remarks that this
preparation for the catastrophe by the mention of the ring, is not
so artful as might have been expected from Terence; as in this
soliloquy he tells the circumstances directly to the Audience.]
[Footnote 52: _And festive days_)--Ver. 592. "Festos dies." The
days for sacrificing to particular Divinities, when she would have
the opportunity of meeting her friends, and making herself merry
with them.]
[Footnote 53: _Look forward with impatience to my death_)--Ver.
596. Colman says: "This idea of the long life of a step-mother
being odious to her family, is applied in a very beautiful and
uncommon manner by Shakspeare:--
"Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; for happy days bring in
Another morn; but oh, methinks how slow
This old morn wanes! she lingers my desires
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue."
_Midsummer Night's Dream._]
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