Alc. I did swear, indeed, my lord.
Jup. Forswear thyself; for Jupiter but laughs
At lovers' perjuries.
Phæd. The more shame for him, if he does: there would be a fine god, indeed, for us women to worship, if he laughs when our sweethearts cheat us of our maidenheads. No, no, Jupiter is an honester gentleman than you make of him.
Jup. I'm all on fire; and would not lose this night,
To be the master of the universe.
Phæd. Ay, my lord, I see you are on fire; but the devil a bucket shall be brought to quench it, without my leave. You may go to bed, madam; but you shall see how heaven will bless your night's work, if you forswear yourself:—Some fool, some mere elder-brother, or some blockheadly hero, Jove, I beseech thee, send her!
Jup. [Aside.] Now I could call my thunder to revenge me,
But that were to confess myself a god,
And then I lost my love!——Alcmena, come;