To the submissive duty of a wife.
Tell me, and sooth my passion ere I go,
That, in the kindest moments of the night,
When you gave up yourself to love and me,
You thought not of a husband, but a lover?
Alcm. But tell me first, why you would raise a blush
Upon my cheeks, by asking such a question?
Jup. I would owe nothing to a name so dull
As husband is, but to a lover all.
Alcm. You should have asked me then, when love and night,