What! not one brave Egyptian! not one worthy
To do me manly right in single combat!
To fall beneath my fury?—for that's justice:
But then to drag me after:—for, to die,
And yet in death to conquer, is my wish.
Clean. Then have your wish: The gods at last are kind,
And have provided you a sword that's worthy
To match your own: 'Tis an Egyptian's too.
Cleom. Is there that hidden treasure in thy country?
The gods be praised, for such a foe I want.