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Updated: June 16, 2025
Gorgo. Praxinoe. Thanks for the pretty speech! Bring my shawl, and set my hat on my head, the fashionable way. No, child, I don't mean to take you. Boo! Bogies! There's a horse that bites! Cry as much as you please, but I cannot have you lamed. Let us be moving. Phrygia take the child, and keep him amused, call in the dog, and shut the street door. Ye gods, what a crowd!
The Achaeans got into Troy by trying, my prettiest of ladies. Trying will do everything in the long run. Gorgo. The old wife has spoken her oracles, and off she goes. Praxinoe. Women know everything, yes, and how Zeus married Hera! Gorgo. See Praxinoe, what a crowd there is about the doors. Praxinoe. Monstrous, Gorgo!
Praxinoe. Dear Gorgo, how long it is since you have been here! She IS at home. The wonder is that you have got here at last! Eunoe, see that she has a chair. Throw a cushion on it too. Gorgo. It does most charmingly as it is. Praxinoe. Do sit down. Gorgo. Oh, what a thing spirit is! I have scarcely got to you alive, Praxinoe! What a huge crowd, what hosts of four-in-hands!
The child takes notice! "Gorgo. Nice papa! "Praxinoë. That papa of his the other day we call every day 'the other day' went to get soap and rouge at the shop, and back he came to me with salt the great, big endless fellow!" "But, Miss Adams," interrupted Dulcie, "surely this isn't an old Greek play? It sounds absolutely and entirely modern!"
Why are you wetting my dress? There, stop, I have washed my hands, as heaven would have it. Where is the key of the big chest? Bring it here. Gorgo. Praxinoe, that full body becomes you wonderfully. Tell me how much did the stuff cost you just off the loom? Praxinoe. Don't speak of it, Gorgo! More than eight pounds in good silver money, and the work on it! I nearly slaved my soul out over it!
Lady Persephone, never may we have more than one master. I am not afraid of YOUR putting me on short commons. Gorgo. Hush, hush, Praxinoe the Argive woman's daughter, the great singer, is beginning the Adonis; she that won the prize last year for dirge-singing. I am sure she will give us something lovely; see, she is preluding with her airs and graces. The Psalm of Adonis.
Here he came to the ends of the earth, and took a hole, not a house, and all that we might not be neighbors. The jealous wretch, always the same, ever for spite! "Gorgo. Don't talk of Dinon, your husband, like that, my dear girl, before the little boy. Look how he is staring at you! Never mind, Zopyrion, sweet child, she is not speaking about papa. "Praxinoë. Our Lady Persephone!
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