That woo the mother, could they kill the son,
And quarrel for the inheritance: and now
They have sent a ship to take him in the straits,
As he comes home: but may the gods protect him.
Tho’, till I see him safe, my heart is vexed.
Ul. Fear not; the gods will save him.
Eum.Thank thee, sir.
Hast ever been in Sparta?
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Ul.Ask me nought,