I would allow a grain or two for love,
And plead in their excuse.
Cas. There was their safety, that he was not jealous.
What would you more of him? he was a fool,
And put the happy means into their hands.
Cleom. I cannot much commend my countryman.
Cas. Indeed, my lord, your countryman was dull,
That did not understand so plain a courtship.
Have Spartans eyes for nothing, not to see
So manifest a passion?