AMPH.In what way?
ALC.Did I not clearly show the sudden transports of a perfect joy?
Could a heart's feelings be better expressed at the return of a husband who is tenderly loved?
AMPH.What do you say?
ALC.That even your affection showed an inconceivable joy at my reception; and that, as you left me at break of day, I do not see that my surprise at this sudden return is so guilty.
AMPH.Did you, in a dream last night, Alcmene, anticipate in idea the reality of my hastened return; and having, perhaps, treated me kindly in your sleep, does your heart think it has fully acquitted itself of its duty to my passion?
ALC.Has some malignant vapour in your mind, Amphitryon, clouded the truth of last night's return? Does your heart pretend to take away from me the credit of all the gentle affection I showed you in my tender welcome?
AMPH.This vapour you attribute to me seems to me somewhat strange.
ALC.It is in return for the dream which you attribute to me.
AMPH.Unless it is because of a dream, what you have just now told me is entirely inexcusable.
ALC.Unless it is a vapour which troubles your mind, what I have heard from you cannot be justified.
AMPH.Let us leave this vapour for a moment, Alcmene.
ALC.Let us leave this dream for a moment, Amphitryon.
AMPH.One cannot jest on the subject in question without being carried too far.
ALC.Undoubtedly; and, as a sure proof of it, I begin to feel somewhat uneasy.