Analytikos [eagerly]. You'll have him hurled from the wall of the palace to a forest of waiting spears below?
Menelaus. None is so blind as he who sees too much.
Analytikos. Your majesty is subtle in his cruelty.
Menelaus. Haven't the years taught you the cheapness of revenge?
Analytikos [mystified]. You do not intend to alter destiny.
Menelaus. Never before has destiny been so clear to me.
Analytikos. Then the boy must die.
Menelaus [with slow determination]. No! He has been sent by the Gods to save me!
Analytikos. Your majesty!
[He is trembling with apprehension.]