Merc. Our Jupiter is a great comedian, he counterfeits most admirably: sure his priests have copied their hypocrisy from their master. [Aside.
Amph. Now I am gathered back into myself:
My heart beats high, and pushes out the blood, [Drawing his sword.
To give me just revenge on this impostor.
If you are brave, assist me—not one stirs! [To the Guards.
What, are all bribed to take the enchanter's part?
'Tis true, the work is mine; and thus——
[Going to rush upon Jupiter; and is held by Tranio and Polidas.
Pol. It must not be.
Jup. Give him his way; I dare the madman's worst: