To go to bed, my lord?
Amph. Perfidious woman!
Alcm. Ungrateful man!
Amph. She justifies it too!
Alcm. I need not justify: Of what am I accused?
Amph. Of all that prodigality of kindness
Given to another, and usurped from me.
So bless me, Heaven, if, since my first departure,
I ever set my foot upon this threshold!
So am I innocent of all those joys,