(Looking up.) My wife—and her maidens—are about. We are alone.
First Citizen
Once read, Phocion, the list must be instantly destroyed. Each signature is a warrant for the writer’s death.
Lysander
(Nervously.) I counsel haste. The very stones move as with footsteps. The sky has eyes.
[Turns towards a burning brazier close behind him.
Phocion
(Calmly.) I have read. The names are—what Athens would expect.
Lysander