In losing of my lord; if he were here
Then I were proud. But ’tis of him we speak.
Tell me then whence thou art, and what thou knowest.
Ul. If tell I must: there is a beauteous isle,
Which men call Crete, washed by the Libyan sea:
Ninety fair cities hath it, and the men
Who dwell there are of various race, Achæans,
Cydonians, Dorians, and Pelasgians,
Beside the native Cretan. There is Gnossus,
Where Minos dwelt, and took his law from Zeus: