And thank thyself, not me. [Ex. Cas. and Sosib.
Cleom. Revenge, revenge,
And speedy death, or conquest!—Hold, Cleanthes!
Enter Cleonicas.
Poor boy!
By heaven, I'm pleased to see thee safe this moment,
Though I expect the next to lose thee.—Guard him,
Cleanthes: Set him safe behind the front.
Clean. Come, sir, you are now my charge.