Of former times, when gratitude was virtue.
Reward him! Yes, like Æsop's snake the wretch,
That warmed him in his bosom. We are tools,
Vile abject things, created for his use,
As beasts for men; as oxen, draw the yoke.
And then are sacrificed.
Cleom. I would not use him so.
Clean. You are not Ptolemy;
Nor is he Cleomenes.
Cleom. I'll press him home,