Phæd. I'll save you the labour, and call him down to confront you, if you dare attend him. [Exit Phædra.
Merc. [Aside.] Now the spell is ended, and Jupiter can enchant no more; or else Amphitryon had not entered so easily. [Gripus is stealing off.]—Whither now, Gripus? I have business for you: if you offer to stir, you know what follows.
Enter Jupiter, followed by Tranio and Polidas.
Jup. Who dares to play the master in my house?
What noise is this that calls me from above,
Invades my soft recess and privacy,
And, like a tide, breaks in upon my love?
Amph. O heavens, what's this I see?
Tran. What prodigy!
Pol. How! two Amphitryons!