Yet on the same conditions you may go;
Your wife, your son, your mother left behind.
What think you now?
Cleom. 'Tis to be wonderous kind.
Cas. Suppose I add a farther bounty yet.
Cleom. It could but make your favours over weight.
Cas. What if I went myself to waft you o'er,
And left you when I saw you safe ashore?
For I should leave you, if you thought it fit,
Not to do more, than honour would permit.