Titus Maccius Plautus — Amphitryo (1519)

And there is no other servant Sosia for us except for me, who earlier went together with Amphitryon here into the army.
Me. This man is not sane.
So. The vice that you proclaim of me, you have it yourself. What is the harm? Am I not Amphitryon’s servant Sosia? Did not our ship come here this night from the Persian port, which carried me? Did not my master send me here? Am I not standing before our house? Do I not have a lamp in my hand? Am I not speaking? Am I not awake? Has this man not just beaten me with his fists? He did so, by Hercules, for even now my jaws ache, poor wretch that I am. Why then do I hesitate? Or why do I not go inside our house?
Me. Our house?
So. Yes, indeed.
Me. Everything you have said is a lie. I am indeed Amphitryon’s Sosia, for this night our ship was released from the Persian port, and where King Pterela reigned, we conquered the city, and we captured the legions of the Teleboae by force of fighting, and King Amphitryon himself cut down King Pterela in battle.
So. I do not believe myself, when I hear him saying those things. He indeed relates the things that were done in battle from memory. But what do you say? What was given to Amphitryon by the Teleboae?
Me. The golden bowl from which King Pterela was accustomed to drink.
So. He has spoken it. Where is that bowl now?
Me. It is in the little box, sealed with Amphitryon’s signet.
So. Tell me, what is the signet?
Me. The sun rising with his four-horse chariot. Why are you trying to catch me, you executioner?
So. He defeats me with arguments; I must look for another name. I do not know where he observed these things, but I will deceive him well, for what I did alone, and no one else was present...