Wert thou then begotten of thy sire to cope with every foe?TheseusAy, with all wanton villains; virtue I punish not.HeraldTo meddle is aye thy wont and thy city’s too.TheseusHence her enterprise on many a held hath won her frequent success.HeraldCome then, that the warriors of the dragon-crop may catch thee in our city.TheseusWhat furious warrior-host could spring from dragon’s seed?HeraldThou shalt learn that to thy cost. As yet thou art young and rash.TheseusThy boastful speech stirs not my heart at all to rage. Yet get thee gone from my land, taking with thee the idle words thou broughtest; for we are making no advance. [Exit Herald.]