With decent horror.
Cœn. Your sick imagination feigns all this:
Now hear a truth, and wonder.
Cleom. Has not the conqueror been at Sparta?
Cœn. Yes.
Cleom. Nay, then I know what follows victory.
Panth. You interrupt, as if you would not know.
Cœn. Then,—if you will imagine,—think some king,
Who loved his people, took a peaceful progress
To some far distant place of his dominions;