SOS. Some one came to annoy and trouble me.

AMPH. Who was he?

SOS. Sosie; another I, jealous of your orders, whom you sent to
Alcmene from the port, and who has as full knowledge of our secrets
as I who am speaking to you.

AMPH. What nonsense!

SOS. No, Monsieur, it is the simple truth: this I was at your house
sooner than I; and, I swear to you, I was there before I had arrived.

AMPH. Pray, where does all this cursed nonsense come from? Is it a
dream? Is it drunkenness? Mind-wandering? Or a sorry joke?

SOS. No, it is the thing as it is, and by no means an idle tale. I
am a man of honour, I give you my word, and you must please believe
it. I tell you, believing I was but one Sosie, I found myself two at
your house; and of these two I's, piqued with jealousy, one is at
the house, and the other is with you; the I who is here, tired out,
found the other I fresh, jolly and active, having no other anxiety
than to fight and break bones.

AMPH. I confess I must be of a very placid temper, very peaceable,
very gentle, to permit a valet to entertain me with such nonsense!

SOS. If you become angry, no more conference between us: you know
all will be over at once.