I wait your decision, Phocion.
Phocion
(Bitterly.) Phocion, Military Governor of Alexandria, is Alexander’s host.
Alexander
The word of Phocion is enough. (Burns the scroll unread.) Lysander, the boy, shall be Captain of your Bodyguard in Egypt. The Gods—your Gods—are witness to what I say.
[Alexander salutes Phocion and goes out. Phocion is alone with Lydia. There is a moment’s silence.
Phocion
(Brokenly.) Athens! I have failed you! My life is broken in pieces.
[Hides face in hands.
Lydia