Stranger
(Lays gift on a marble table beside Phocion.) Alexander commands me say further—that, with this gift, he would honour Phocion by yet another one. He bids me call you the Military Governor of his new city in Egypt.
Phocion
The two gifts are one. I have one answer only.
Stranger
(Smoothly.) Then, with your answer, I ask permission to take back some trifle—such as that parchment the youth there would destroy—as proof to Alexander that the House of Phocion is loyal.
[Lysander, startled, desists a moment. Phocion takes a sudden step forwards.
Phocion
(Alarmed.) Loyal——!