Cleom. Can falsehood have a better argument,
Than force for its defence? Trust to that topic,
And bear thee like a man.
Clean. I think, I do.
Cleom. What kind of man is that, who dares not fight?
Clean. The man, who dares not when his honour calls,
Is what you mean, but what I never was;
For honour never summons without reason.
Force is the law of brutes: the dumb creation,
Where words and reason want, appeal to might.