Cistellaria, or The Casket (680-705b)

I’m none the wiser for asking these persons, or for worrying them, who are always delighted at a woman’s mishaps. Now I’ll mark if there are any footsteps here; for if no one had passed this way since I went in-doors, the casket would be lying here. Why say here? It’s lost, I guess;

it’s done for. It’s all over with unhappy and unlucky me! It’s nowhere, and nowhere am I. This, by its loss, has proved my loss. But still, as I’ve begun, I’ll e’en go on; I’ll make search; for both within do I fear, and without I am afraid; so much, on either side, does fear agitate me now. In this are mortals intensely wretched.

He is now joyous, whoever he is, that has found it, which is of no use at all to any person else; to myself it may be. But I cause delay to myself, while I’m doing this with remissness. Halisca, attend to what you are about: look down upon the ground, and look round about; search with your eyes; guess with shrewdness.

Mistress!

Well, what’s the matter?

That’s she.

Who?

She who let fall the casket.

Why surely she’s tracing out that spot where it fell.

It seems so.[*]

But that person has gone this way; this way I perceive the imprint of his shoe[*]; this way I’ll follow him. (She moves along, still looking on the ground.) In this spot now has he stopped, along with another person. Here now a circle[*] presents itself to my sight,

nor did he go straight forward this way; here he came to a pause. This way did he come out of that circle. Here was a conference with some one. It points to two persons now. Who are these? Heyday I see the footsteps of only one. But he has gone this way. I’ll consider it: hither he went from thence; from hence he has never gone.

I’m troubling myself to no purpose. What’s lost is lost; my hide[*] along with the casket. I’ll go in-doors again.

Hallo, woman-stop; there are some persons who wish to meet with you.

Who’s calling me back?

A good female and a bad male want you.