As we willed it! There he comes! Well, Strato!
Scene VIII.
Strato (with a sword in his hand), Aridäus, Philotas.
STRATO.
King! I came to the soldier who had taken the prince and demanded the prince's sword from him in your name. But hear how nobly the soldier refused! "The king," he said, "must not take the sword from me! It is a good sword, and I shall use it in his service. I must also keep a remembrance of this deed. By the gods, it was none of my least! The prince is a young demon. But perhaps you wish only the precious hilt!" And on this, before I could prevent it, his strong hand had broken off the hilt, and throwing it contemptuously before my feet--"There it is," he continued, "what care I for your gold?"
ARIDÄUS.
O Strato, make good for me what this man has done!
STRATO.
I have done so. And here is one of your swords!