I am always ready for you, Phocion, and always true. I, too, am an Athenian.
Phocion
The Gods watch over you!
Lydia
And over you!
[Phocion moves to the balustrade and leans over, watching the night. He waits for her to go. Lydia turns to Lysander and speaks low and hurriedly.
You love him, I know, Lysander, and he loves you.
Lysander
Before he even knew your name, I loved Phocion, (sternly) and more than Phocion I love Phocion’s honour.