And dry of those embraces.
Alcm. Then I, it seems, am false!
Amph. As surely false, as what thou say'st is true.
Alcm. I have betrayed my honour, and my love,
And am a foul adultress?
Amph. What thou art,
Thou stand'st condemned to be, by thy relation.
Alcm. Go, thou unworthy man! for ever go:
No more my husband: go, thou base impostor!
Who tak'st a vile pretence to taint my fame,