Lydia
And so loving him you would urge him—to his death. (With passion.) You shall not, Lysander; Phocion is mine and he belongs to me. I will hold him fast to this life. A glorious career now lies at Phocion’s feet.
Lysander
I love Phocion’s honour too well to tempt him to dishonour.
Lydia
Tush, boy! You do not understand. I would not tempt him. Fate does not tempt, it commands. The high Gods bid us to accept fate bravely. The weak resist it; the strong accept and make it glorious. And a glorious career now lies at Phocion’s feet.
Lysander
You speak with knowledge, Lydia? If so, how come you by such knowledge?
Lydia