Forgive me, Phocion; do not notice my little weaknesses. It was merely—there, I’ve often told you—a rising river is an omen that causes me strange uneasiness.
Phocion
Little Child, I understand. I know your feelings. Athens herself is on edge these days—and little wonder.
Lydia
Phocion, let me tell you honestly—I am afraid.
Phocion
Anxious, perhaps, but not afraid. The mood of our beloved city takes you with it, as it takes us all. We all are patriots to-day. But the wife of Phocion has proved herself no coward.
Lydia
(Low voice.) Alexander is so powerful. Some say the Macedonian is a God.