wrong in going to bed with you?

AMPH. No, to my great misery, it was not I; whoever says I was here
yesterday, tells, of all falsehoods, the most horrible.

ALC. Amphitryon!

AMPH. Perfidious woman!

ALC. Ah! What madness is this!

AMPH. No, no; no more sweetness, no more respect; this rebuff puts
an end to all my constancy; at this ghastly moment, my heart
breathes only fury and, vengeance.

ALC. On whom then would you be avenged? What want of faith in me
makes you treat me now as a criminal?

AMPH. I do not know, but it was not I; this despair makes me capable
of anything.

ALC. Away unworthy husband, the deed speaks for itself, the
imposture is frightful. It is too great an insult to accuse me of
infidelity. If these confused transports mean that you seek a
pretext to break the nuptial bonds which hold me enchained to you,
all these pretences are superfluous, for I am determined that this
day all our ties shall be broken.

AMPH. After the unworthy affront, which I now learn has been done
me, that is indeed what you must prepare yourself for; it is the