Every Athenian—every Greek who loves our city more than he fears the Macedonian.
Lydia
All Athens, then!
Phocion
All the best in Athens.
[Lydia looks nervously over her shoulder towards the city and Acropolis. The dusk deepens. The first star shows.
Lydia
(Shudders.) Your speech is often mysterious like this now—dark with meaning. Each night as twilight gathers from the sea about our city, there are footsteps on the causeway that make me tremble. No sooner has Hymettus darkened than shadows move silently over the courtyard and between the pillars. (Turns and flings her arms about him.) Oh, my Phocion, it is for you, not for myself, I am afraid.
Phocion
Calm yourself, beloved. I am an Athenian who obeys his unconquerable Gods. I do no more than accept the destiny they lay upon him who loves his country——