And since it seems you know not where your mother
Weeps yearning tears, or where your sire’s house stands
Enter, until you find it, into mine,
’Tis yours; I’ll rob it only of my sword.
[Exit Lesbia.
Kan.
What means this, Gyges?
Gyges.
Sire, my thanks that you
Have wished me bring this work to the rounding finish;