New-added to the foot of thy account:
Thy wife is seized by force, and borne away.—
Farewell; I dare not trust thy vengeance further. [Exit.
[Running to the Door, he is stopt by Guards with drawn Swords.
Cleom. Cleora!—There stands death, but no Cleora;
I would find both together.
Enter Cratesiclea, Cleonidas, and Pantheus with Blood on his Hands.
Crat. Oh king of Sparta!
Cleom. Peace, mother, peace;
I have had news from hell before you,—