Amph. Now, in the name of all the gods, Alcmena,
A little recollect your scattered thoughts,
And weigh what you have said.
Alcm. I weighed it well, Amphitryon, ere I spoke:
And she, and Bromia, all the slaves and servants,
Can witness they beheld you, when you came.
If other proof were wanting, tell me how
I came to know your fight, your victory,
The death of Pterelas in single combat?
And farther, from whose hands I had a jewel,