AMPH. Really, you give me but a sorry proof of your love; this, 'Ah! have you returned so soon?' is scarcely the language a heart really inflamed with love would use on such an occasion as this. I dared to flatter myself I had remained away from you too long. The expectation of an ardently longed for return makes each moment seem of great length; the absence of what we love, however brief it may be, is always too long. ALC. I do not see... AMPH. No, Alcmene, time is measured in such cases by one's impatience; you count the moments of absence as one who does not love. When we really love, the slightest separation kills us; the one whom we love to see never returns too soon. I confess that the love I bear you has cause to complain of your reception; I expected different expressions of joy and tenderness from your heart. ALC. I cannot understand on what you found the words you have just uttered; if you complain of me, upon my word I do not know what would satisfy you. I think I showed a sufficiently tender joy last night, at your happy return; my heart responded by every means you could wish to the claims of your affection. AMPH. In what way? ALC. Did I not clearly show the sudden transports of a perfect joy? Could a heart's feelings be better expressed at the return of a husband who is tenderly loved? AMPH. What do you say? ALC. That even your affection showed an inconceivable joy at my reception; and that, as you left me at break of day, I do not see that my surprise at this sudden return is so guilty. AMPH. Did you, in a dream last night, Alcmene, anticipate in idea the reality of my hastened return; and having, perhaps, treated me kindly in your sleep, does your heart think it has fully acquitted itself of its duty to my passion? ALC. Has some malignant vapour in your mind, Amphitryon, clouded the truth of last night's return? Does your heart pretend to take away from me the credit of all the gentle affection I showed you in my tender welcome? AMPH. This vapour you attribute to me seems to me somewhat strange. ALC. It is in return for the dream which you attribute to me. AMPH. Unless it is because of a dream, what you have just now told me is entirely inexcusable. ALC. Unless it is a vapour which troubles your mind, what I have heard from you cannot be justified. AMPH. Let us leave this vapour for a moment, Alcmene. ALC. Let us leave this dream for a moment, Amphitryon. AMPH. One cannot jest on the subject in question without being carried too far. ALC. Undoubtedly; and, as a sure proof of it, I begin to feel somewhat uneasy. AMPH. Is it thus you wish to try to make amends for the welcome of which I complain? ALC. Do you desire to try to amuse yourself by this feint? AMPH. For Heaven's, sake, I beseech you, Alcmene! Let us cease this, and talk seriously. ALC. You carry your amusement too far, Amphitryon: let there be an end to this raillery.