Theo. (kneeling at her feet). Dearest Gycia,
Thou canst not want a brother, friend, and lover
While I am living. Oh, my love, my dear,
Whom I have loved from childhood, put away
This hateful marriage, free thee from the bonds
Of this polluted wedlock, and make happy
One who will love thee always!
Enter Lysimachus unperceived.
Gycia.
Rise, Theodorus.