Factum est illud, ut ego illic vini hirneam ebiberim meri. mira sunt nisi latuit intus illic in illac hirnea. (_aside_) That’s a fact--I did drink off a jug of wine, neat. Most probably the fellow was hiding in that same jug! _Mer._ Quid nunc? vincon argumentis, te non esse Sosiam? Well, have I convinced you that you are not Sosia? _Sos._ Tu negas med esse? You deny it, do you? _Mer._ Quid ego ni negem, qui egomet siem? Of course I deny it, being Sosia myself. _Sos._ Per Iovem iuro med esse neque me falsum dicere. No, I am,--I swear it by Jupiter, and swear I’m not lying, too! _Mer._ At ego per Mercurium iuro, tibi Iovem non credere; nam iniurato scio plus credet mihi quam iurato tibi. But I swear by Mercury that Jupiter disbelieves you. Why, man, he will take my bare word against your solemn oath, no doubt about it. _Sos._ Quis ego sum saltem, si non sum Sosia? te interrogo. For mercy’s sake who am I, if I’m not Sosia? I ask you that. _Mer._ Ubi ego Sosia nolim esse, tu esto sane Sosia; nunc, quando ego sum, vapulabis, ni hinc abis, ignobilis. 440 When I do not wish to be Sosia, be Sosia yourself, by all means. Now that I am he, you either pack, or take a thrashing, you unknown riff raff. _Sos._ Certe edepol, quom illum contemplo et formam cognosco meam, quem ad modum ego sum--saepe in speculum inspexi--nimis similest mei; itidem habet petasum ac vestitum: tam consimilest atque ego; sura, pes, statura, tonsus, oculi, nasum vel labra, malae, mentum, barba, collus: totus. quid verbis opust? (_aside, looking him over carefully_) Upon my soul, now I look him over, and consider my own looks, my own appearance-- I’ve peeped in a mirror many a time--he is precious like me. Has on a travelling hat, yes, and clothes the same as mine. He’s as like me as I am myself! Same leg--foot-- height--haircut--eyes--nose--lips, even--jaw-- chin--beard-- neck--everything. Well--well, well, well! si tergum cicatricosum, nihil hoc similist similius. sed quom cogito, equidem certo idem sum qui semper fui. novi erum, novi aedis nostras; sane sapio et sentio. non ego illi obtempero quod loquitur, pultabo foris. If he’s got a backful of whip scars, you couldn’t find a liker likeness anywhere. (_pause_) But--when I think it over--I’m positive I’m the same man I always was, of course I am. (_with growing conviction_) I know master, I know our house. I’m sane and sound, I’ve got my senses. I won’t take any notice of what he says, not I. I’ll knock at the door (_moves toward Amphitryon’s house_) _Mer._ Quo agis te? (_blocking him off_) Where now? _Sos._ Domum. Home. _Mer._ Quadrigas si nunc inscendas Iovis 450 atque hinc fugias, ita vix poteris effugere infortunium.