Eadem nos formido timidas terrore impulit in aedibus, tu ubi habitas. nimia mira vidi. vae mihi, 1080 Amphitruo, ita mihi animus etiam nunc abest. We poor women were struck with the same terror in this house of yours, sir. I’ve seen the most amazing things! Oh deary me, master, I’m just clean dazed even now! _Amph._ Agedum expedi: scin me tuom esse erum Amphitruonem? Come, come, quick, tell me--do you know me for your master, Amphitryon? _Brom._ Scio. Surely, sir. _Amph._ Vide etiam nunc. Here, look, look again! _Brom._ Scio. (_obeying_) Surely, sir. _Amph._ Haec sola sanam mentem gestat meorum familiarium. (_half aside_) She’s the only one of my household that has any sanity about her. _Brom._ Immo omnes sani sunt profecto. Oh no, sir, they’re all sane, of course they are. _Amph._ At me uxor insanum facit suis foedis factis. Well, my wife had driven me insane with her infamous actions! _Brom._ At ego faciam, tu idem ut aliter praedices, Amphitruo, piam et pudicam esse tuam uxorem ut scias. de ea re signa atque argumenta paucis verbis eloquar. omnium primum: Alcumena geminos peperit filios. (_warmly_) Well, I’ll make you change that tune, sir, your very own self, and make you realize that your wife is a pious, honest woman, sir. I’ll soon give you signs and proofs of that. First of all, she has given birth to twin sons. _Amph._ Ain tu, geminos? What’s that--twins? _Brom._ Geminos. Twins. _Amph._ Di me servant. The gods are with me! _Brom._ Sine me dicere, ut scias tibi tuaeque uxori decs esse omnis propitios. 1090 Let me go on, so that you may know all the gods mean well by you and your wife, sir. _Amph._ Loquere. Yes, yes. _Brom._ Postquam parturire hodie uxor occepit tua, ubi utero exorti dolores, ut solent puerperae invocat deos immortales, ut sibi auxilium ferant, manibus puris, capite operto. ibi continuo contonat sonitu maxumo; aedes primo ruere rebamur tuas. aedes totae confulgebant tuae, quasi essent aureae. After she began to feel near her time to-day and her pains were setting in, she called on the immortal gods to help her--as women do, sir, in labour--with clean washed hands and covered head. She had no sooner begun than there was a frightful thunder clap. At first we thought your house was tumbling down: your whole house was shining, sir, just as if it was gold. _Amph._ Quaeso absolvito hinc me extemplo, quando satis deluseris. quid fit deinde? For heaven’s sake hurry up and don’t keep me on tenterhooks! I have had enough of your trifling! What happened next? _Brom._ Dum haec aguntur, interea uxorem tuam neque gementem neque plorantem nostrum quisquam audivimus; ita profecto sine dolore peperit.