The liker Spartan fare. Keen appetites,
And quick digestion, wait on you and yours.
Cleom. O mix not innocence and guilt together!
What love have they refused, or how offended?
Be just, though you are cruel; or, be kind,
And punish me alone.
Cas. There nature works;
Then there I'll stab thee in thy tender part. [Shrieks of Women within.
Cleom. What dismal cries are those?
Cas. Nothing; a trifling sum of misery,