JOC. Did not thy noble birth raise thee to great distinction?
POL. To want is wretched; high birth fed me not.
JOC. Their own country, it appears, is the dearest thing to men.
POL. You can not express by words how dear it is.
JOC. But how camest thou to Argos? What intention hadst thou?
POL. Apollo gave a certain oracle to Adrastus.
JOC. What is this thou hast mentioned? I am unable to discover.
POL. To unite his daughters in marriage with a boar and lion.
JOC. And what part of the name of beasts belongs to you, my son.
POL. I know not. The God called me to this fortune.