Lydia
(At him.) A greater love! Ah, Phocion—you’re going from me—going towards death. I know not what you mean. There is no greater love. (Watches him disappear.) Then I must save you, since you will not save yourself. I cannot lose you. My love, I cannot let you—(Covers her face with her hands). My love shall save you from yourself. If I do wrong the Gods forgive——
[Knocking is heard. She starts and looks round. A Messenger is seen in the courtyard.
(Cautiously.) You would see—whom?
Messenger
The wife of Phocion.
Lydia
(Frightened.) Hush! Come softly, I am she. (Messenger enters stealthily.) You bring a message for me? You bring a token?
Messenger
(With respect.) She who sends me bids me say as token this: From one who loves her Lord more than his earthly glory—to her who loves as greatly.