SOS. No, I know the contrary too well; but I will be frank with you.
We had drunk some wretched wine, which might have made me forget what I did.

CLE. You think, perhaps, to excuse yourself by this trick, . . .

SOS. No, in truth you may believe me. I was in such a condition that
I may have done things I should regret; I do not remember what they were.

CLE. You do not even remember the manner in which you thought fit to
treat me when you came from the port?

SOS. Not at all. You had better tell me all about it; I am just and
sincere, and would condemn myself were I wrong.

CLE.Well? Amphitryon having warned me of your return, I sat up until
you came; but I never saw such coldness: I had myself to remind you
that you had a wife; and, when I wanted to kiss you, you, turned
away your head, and gave me your ear.

SOS. Good.

CLE. What do you mean by good?

SOS. Good gracious! You do not know why I talk like this, Cleanthis:
I had been eating garlic, and, like a well-bred man, just turned my
breath away from you.

CLE. I showed you every possible tenderness; but you were as deaf as
a post to everything I said; never a kind word passed your lips.