Cleom. I'm armed against it.
Enter Cœnus; salutes Cleomenes.
Cœn. I heard, sir, you were refuged in this court,
And come to beg a favour.
Cleom. Good; a favour!
Sure, thou mistakest me for a king of Egypt,
And think'st I govern here?
Cœn. You're Cleomenes.
Cleom. No thanks to heaven for that. I should have died,
And then I had not been this Cleomenes.