For whom does he intend so rich a present? (MERC: For his wife; he intends her to wear it.) Where have you put it, until you meet her? (MERC: In a casket sealed with the arms of my master.) 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?

Sosie Monologue from Amphitryon

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