Book V, 184

I know it ; you did not take me in; why call on the gods? I have found you out ; I am certain ; don’t go on swearing you didn’t ; I know all about it. That was what it was then, you perjured girl ! Once more you sleep alone, do you, alone? Oh her brazen impudence ! still she continues to say “Alone.’ Did not that fine gallant Cleon, eh?—and if not he— but why threaten? Away with you, get out double quick, you evil beast of my bed! Nay but I shall do just what will please you best; I know you long to see him ; so stay where you are my prisoner.