Her love had been a merit to her Paris,
To leave her country, and, what's more, her kingdom,
With a poor fugitive prince to sail away,
And bear her wealth along, to make him happy.
Cleom. You put your picture in the fairest light:
But both the lovers broke their plighted vows;
He to Oenone, she to Menelaus.
Cas. The gods, that made two fools, had done more justly,
To have matched Menelaus with Oenone.
Think better of my picture, it deserves