AMPH. (to himself.) Ah! I could have done without so sweet a welcome.

ALC. You first made me this valuable gift, which you destined for me
from the spoils of the conquered. Your heart vehemently unfolded to
me all the violence of its love, and the annoying duties which had
kept it enchained, the happiness of seeing me again, the torments of
absence, all the care which your impatience to return had given you;
never has your love, on similar occasions, seemed to me so tender
and so passionate.

AMPH. (to himself.) Can one be more cruelly tortured?

ALC. As you may well believe, these transports and this tenderness
did not displease me; if I must confess it, Amphitryon, my heart
found a thousand charms in them.

AMPH. What followed, pray?

ALC. We interrupted each other with a thousand questions concerning
each other. The table was laid. We supped together by ourselves;
and, supper over, we went to bed.

AMPH. Together?

ALC. Assuredly. What a question?

AMPH. Ah; this is the most cruel stroke of all; my jealous passion
trembled to assure itself of this.

ALC. Why do you blush so deeply at a word? Have I done something