I would forgive the rest, and offer life
Even to that fugitive, if he please to treat.
Cleom. Be short; and, if you can, for once, sincere.
Cas. What can you hope from this unequal fight,
Where numbers rise from every foe you kill,
And grow from their defeat?
Cleom. We come resolved;
And to die killing, is a kind of conquest.
Cas. But are not life and freedom worth accepting,
When offered; and, with such conditions too,