C asina pits a husband (Lysidamus) and wife (Cleostrata) against each other in a struggle for control of a 16-year-old slave named Casina. Cleostrata cleverly plots to frustrate the efforts of her lascivious elderly husband, staging a cross-dressing 'marriage' that culminates in his complete humiliation. Published on Sep 1, 2012 Plautus, Casina 353-423. Summary of scene: Lysidamus and his wife Cleostrata, fighting for control of a female slave, use their male slaves as surrogates, having them draw. A charming first story offers an open concept living room, kitchen, and a powder room. The second story is where two additional bedrooms, a bathroom, a convenient laundry room, and the master suite are situated. Haec Casina huius reperietur filia esse ex proxumo Eaque nubet Euthynico nostro erili filio. Nunc uos aequomst manibus meritis meritam mercedem dare. Qui faxit, clam uxorem ducet semper scortum quod uolet: Verum qui non manibus clare quantum poterit plauserit, Ei pro scorto supponetur ircus unctus nautea.
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| Character | Lysidamus | |
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| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | In love, Persuasive, Inspirational, Talking to the audience, Rejoicing/Excited | |
| Type | Comic | |
| Period | Ancient Roman | |
| Genre | Romance, Comedy | |
| Description | Lysidamus professes his love for Casina | |
| Location | ACT I | |
Summary
In this scene Lysidamus appears for the first time in the play. He talks about the greatness of love in general and then professes his love for Casina.
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Casina Summary 3
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| LYSIDAMUS: Ah, yes, yes, there's nothing in the world like love, no bloom like its bloom; not a thing can you mention that has more flavour and more savour. Upon my soul, it's most surprising that cooks, with all their use of spices, don't use this one spice that excels them all. Why, when you spice a dish with love it'll tickle every palate, I do believe. Not a thing can be either salt or sweet without a dash of love: it will turn gall, bitter thought it be, to honey--an old curmudgeon to a [self-consciously] pleasing and polished gentleman. It is more from my own case than from hearsay I draw this conclusion. Now that I'm in love with Casina, how I have bloomed out! I'm more natty than nattiness itself. I keep all the perfumers on the jump; wherever there's a nice scent to be had, I get scented, so as to please her. [preening himself] And it seems to me I do please her. [pauses] But my wife does torment me by--living! [glancing toward his house; stiffens] I see her, standing there with a sour look. And unless she's gone deaf, she's heard every word. Well, I suppose I must greet this bad bargain of mine with some smooth talk. [to audience, hopefully] Unless there's anyone here who would like to substitute for me. [vainly waits for reply; turns to his wife, fondly] And how goes it with my dear and my delight? |