Oh, there you met me with a guilty glance!
Now 'tis too late to plead your ignorance.
Cleom. I am so much below, and you above,
What can I say?
Cas. But one kind word,—I love.
Cleom. As far as gratitude that love can pay.
Cas. Oh, stop not there; for that's but half the way!
Would you to one poor narrow word confine
Your passion, when I put no bounds to mine?
Cleom. Cleora!