So, both Lady and Servant over-reach'd, in taking me for Amphitryon: Mistaken to some purpose!—Now, immortal Socia, be ready at hand, (you hear me tho' you're absent) and don't fail o' finding some Arti∣fice to drive away Amphitryon when he comes: Remem∣ber't. I'd ha' ye trifle away the time with him, while I conform my self to this same borrow'd Wife. Don't deceive me, but serve me according to my Intentions; and, besure be in readiness t' assist me, the mean time that I'm sacrificing to my self.