Phæd. I find my master took too much of the creature last night, [Aside.] and now is angling for a quarrel, that no more may be expected from him to-night, when he has no assets.
[In the mean time, Amph. and Alc. walk by
themselves, and frown at each other as they meet.
Amph. You dare not justify it to my face.
Alcm. Not what?
Amph. That I returned before this hour.
Alcm. You dare not, sure, deny you came last night,
And staid till break of day?
Amph. O impudence!—Why Sosia!
Sos. Nay, I say nothing; for all things here may go by enchantment, as they did with me, for aught I know.
Alcm. Speak, Phædra,—was he here?
Phæd. You know, madam, I am but a chamber-maid; and, by my place, I am to forget all that was done over night in love-matters,—unless my master please to rub up my memory with another diamond.