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Playwright who inspired "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum"
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plautus
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Titus Maccius Plautus (c. 254 – 184 BC), commonly known as Plautus , was a Roman playwright of the Old Latin period. His comedies are the earliest Latin literary works to have survived in their entirety. He wrote Palliata comoedia , the genre devised by ...
Usage examples of plautus.
The quarrellers were civilians, however, so Plautus had no need to get involved.
She leered at Plautus and he reached to tweak one of her prominent nipples as she laughed and swung away.
I knew if it was important Plautus would tell me about it soon enough.
We split up, Plautus, mounted, to the left and myself, on foot, to the right.
I had regained my self-possession, the two men Plautus had sent to search for the body in the street above had returned, dragging the corpse between them by the heels.
As they threw each body onto the cart, Plautus examined the dead faces by the light of a lantern.
Thoroughly depressed, I threw on my cloak and set out to find Plautus, to drown my sorrow with him in a tavern.
Alaric, Bishop of Verulamium, had deepened so much over the years that I had come to regard him as I did Equus and Plautus, almost as a brother.
In response, we heard some outlandish reports, two of which took Plautus and me off together in the hopes of finding another skystone.
Colchester, I sat alone in the small garden at the rear of my house, examining the latest in a series of silver crosses I had made for Alaric and waiting for Equus and Plautus to arrive for dinner.
By the time Plautus arrived several minutes later, we were both rolling helpless on the floor, and his face unmanned us even further.
Curious, we stopped and looked inside the gate, and Plautus began asking questions.
I continued homeward and forgot the incident until that evening, when Plautus turned up unexpectedly on my doorstep.
We had enjoyed a meat pie, with fresh vegetables, new-baked bread and sweet, luscious plums, and Plautus had finally stopped crowing over his conquest of the girl that morning.
He hurried away, and I turned to Plautus, who was eating one of the few remaining plums.