Cleom. A picture, madam.
Cas. View it again, 'tis worth a second sight;
Your son observes it still.—'Twere well to help
My lover's understanding. [Goes with him to the Picture.
Know you this piece, young prince?
Cleon. Some battle, I believe; and in that thought,
I gaze with such delight.
Cleom. Some rape, I guess.
Cas. That's near the true design, and yet mistaken;
'Tis Paris, bearing from your Spartan shore