Grip. I have beheld the appearance of two suns,
But still the false was dimmer than the true;
Here, both shine out alike.
Amph. This is a sight, that, like the gorgon's head,
Runs through my limbs, and stiffens me to stone.
I need no more inquire into my fate;
For what I see resolves my doubts too plain.
Tran. Two drops of water cannot be more like.
Pol. They are two very sames.