Didymus. I too would house
A head as sad as thine: pause but a space;
I’ll find thee on the road. Now pray thee tell
Whose farms are these? His little herd-boy passed,
And spake or sang to me: Oh, if he were
An angel, or a Greater!
Cratidas. What art thou?
Didymus. One from the camp Nicopolis.
Cratidas. I ask,
Leal to the State, or Christian?