MERC.No quarter; the law is immutable.If you again have the audacity to go in there, a thousand blows shall be the fruit.
SOS.Alas! Poor Sosie, to what miserable disgrace are you reduced!
MERC.So? Your lips presume again to give yourself a name I forbid!
SOS.No, I did not intend myself; I was speaking of an old Sosie, who was formerly a relative of mine, and whom, with the utmost barbarity, they drove out of the house at dinner hour.
MERC.Take care you do not fall into that idiocy if you wish to remain among the number of the living.
SOS.How I would thwack you if I had the courage, for your wretched puffed up pride, you double son of a strumpet!
MERC.What do you say?
SOS.Nothing.
MERC.I am sure you muttered something.
SOS.Ask anyone; I do not breathe.
MERC.Nevertheless I am absolutely certain that something about a son of a strumpet struck my ear.
SOS.It must have been a parrot roused by the beautiful weather.
MERC.Adieu.If your back itches for a currying, here is where I live.
SOS.O Heavens! What a cursed hour is the dinner hour to be turned out of doors! Come, let us yield to fate in our affliction.Let us today follow blind caprice, and join the unfortunate Sosie to the unfortunate Amphitryon: it is a suitable union.I see he is coming in good company.