A curse would follow, where I meant a blessing.
Sosib. 'Tis well, 'tis well I am so fond a father;
Those words were death in any other mouth.
I know too much of you; you love the Spartan
Beyond your king and country.
Clean. 'Tis a truth
So noble, I would own it to the gods,
And they be proud to hear it.
Sosib. Confess, you love him better than your father.
Clean. No; but I love him equal with my father.