Alcm. Think what thou wert, and who could swear too much?
Think what thou art, and that unswears it all.
Jup. Can you forsake me, for so small a fault?
'Twas but a jest, perhaps too far pursued;
'Twas but, at most, a trial of your faith,
How you could bear unkindness;
'Twas but to get a reconciling kiss,
A wanton stratagem of love.
Alcm. See how he doubles, like a hunted hare: