Cleom. Stand off those villains;—though I fear them not,
Yet cowards are offensive to my sight;
Nor shall they see me do an act, that looks
Below the courage of a Spartan king.
Cas. Cleanthes, may I trust your faith?
Clean. You may.
Cas. Be gone, and wait my call. [Exeunt Guards.
Cleom. Cleanthes! Still my friend; for such I hold thee,
Though this bad woman says thou art my spy;
I cannot give a greater proof than this,