Enter Cleonidas.
Cleon. Pantheus brought me hither to attend you.
Cleom. And thou art welcome; but thou comest too late.
Cas. Your page of honour?
Cleon. The mistake is easy in such a court as this,
Where princes look like pages.
Cleom. 'Tis my son.
Cas. I must have leave to love you, royal youth;
Above all nations I adore a Greek,
And of all Greeks a Spartan. [Looking on Cleom.