AMPH.Come on.
SOS.I come, Monsieur, to undergo at your knees the just punishment of cursed audacity.Strike, beat, drub, overwhelm me with blows, kill me in your anger; you will do well, I deserve it; I shall not say a single word against you.
AMPH.Get up.What is the matter?
SOS.I have been turned away unceremoniously; thinking to eat and rejoice like them, I did not think that, as it turned out, I was waiting there to thrash myself.Yes, the other I, valet to the other you, has played the very devil with me once more.The same cruel fate seems to pursue us both today, Monsieur.In short, they have un-Sosied me, as they un-Amphitryon'd you.
AMPH.Follow me.
SOS.Is it not better to see if anybody is coming?