With all that hope could wish, or sense can bear.
Alcm. Husband and lover, both alike I hate.
Jup. And I confess I have deserved that hate.
Too charming fair, I kneel for your forgiveness: [Kneeling.
I beg, by those fair eyes
Which gave me wounds, that time can never cure,
Receive my sorrows, and restore my joys.
Alcm. Unkind, and cruel! I can speak no more.
Jup. O give it vent, Alcmena, give it vent;
I merit your reproach, I would be cursed;