They were intended for four feet; and when
They come to run before our noble Spartans,
They'll curse the gods for the two legs they owed them.
Cas. Then, since you will not let me be your mistress,
Would I had been your mother! [Looking still on Cleom.
Cleon. So would not I:
For then I had not been all Spartan.
Cas. [Aside.] He answers not my glances, stupid man!
My tender looks, my languishing regards,
Are like mis-aiming arrows, lost in air,