Amph. I am one, that can command the doors open.
Merc. Then you had best command them, and try whether they will obey you.
Amph. Dost thou not know me?
Merc. Pr'ythee, how should I know thee? Dost thou take me for a conjurer?
Amph. What's this? midsummer-moon! Is all the world gone a madding?—Why, Sosia!
Merc. That's my name, indeed; didst thou think I had forgot it?
Amph. Dost thou see me?
Merc. Why, dost thou pretend to go invisible? If thou hast any business here, dispatch it quickly; I have no leisure to throw away upon such prattling companions.
Amph. Thy companion, slave! How darest thou use this insolent language to thy master?
Merc. How! Thou my master? By what title? I never had any other master but Amphitryon.