SOS. He is right. If he were not Sosie, he could not know all he
says; all this is so astounding that even I begin to believe him a
little. In fact, now I look at him, I see he has my figure, looks,
and manners. I wilt ask him some question, in order to clear up this
mystery. What did Amphitryon obtain as his share of all the plunder
taken from our enemies?

MERC. Five fine large diamonds, beautifully set in a cluster, which
their chief wore as a rare piece of handicraft.

SOS. For whom does he intend so rich a present?

MERC. For his wife; he intends her to wear it.

SOS. Where have you put it, until you meet her?

MERC. In a casket sealed with the arms of my master.

SOS. He does not tell a single lie at any turn: I begin to doubt
myself in earnest. He has already cowed me into believing him to be
Sosie; and he might even reason me into thinking him so. Yet, when I
touch myself, and recollect, it seems to me I am myself. Where can I
find some light that will clearly make my way plain? What I have
done alone, and what no one has seen, cannot be known to any one
else: that, at least, belongs to me. I will astonish him by this
question: it will confound him, and we shall see. When they were at
close quarters, what were you doing in our tents, whither you ran to
hide yourself away?