ALC.In truth, Amphitryon, you must be jesting, to talk thus; Ishould be afraid anyone who heard you would think you were not sane.
JUP.There is more reason in this discourse, Alcmene, than you think.But a longer stay here would render me guilty, and time presses for my return to port.Adieu.The stern call of duty tears me away from you for a time; but, lovely Alcmene, I beseech you at least to think of the lover when you see the husband.
ALC.I do not separate what the Gods unite: both husband and lover are very precious to me.
CLE.O Heaven! How delightful are the caresses of an ardently cherished husband! How far my poor husband is from all this tenderness!
MERC.I must tell Night she has but to furl all her sails; the Sun may now arise from his bed and put out the stars.