Amph. What! in my presence to prefer the villain?
O execrable cheat!—I break the truce;
And will no more attend your vain decisions:
To this, and to the gods, I'll trust my cause.
[Is rushing upon Jupiter, and is held again.
Jup. Poor man, how I contemn those idle threats!
Were I disposed, thou might'st as safely meet
The thunder launched from the red arm of Jove,—Nor
Jove need blush to be Alcmena's champion.
But in the face of Thebes she shall be cleared;