Cleom. And what part acted you?
Panth. As little as I could; and daily would have less,
So please the gods, for that's a wise man's part.
Cleom. Would I could share thy balmy, even temper,
And milkiness of blood.
Panth. You may.
Cleom. As how?
Panth. By but forgetting you have been a king.
Cleom. Then must I rust in Egypt, never more
Appear in arms, and be the chief of Greece?