Shall groan, and fall beneath my vast destruction.
Crat. That's something yet, an earnest of an action;
Another groan or two, and all goes well.
Cleom. Well, I will live.
Crat. Thou shalt.
Cleom. I'll try at least.
Crat. Do not go back, and beat off what thou saidst.
Cleon. Peace, peace, good grandmother; he lives already,
And conquers too, in saying he will try:
Nay, if the king of Sparta says he'll do't,