Pyrr. I'll walk
Alone. [Moves off, lower right]
Syb. Well!
Pha. Said I not?
Syb. Does nothing that
She's asked! And stares as though a woman's eyes
Were made to see with, when their chiefest use
Is not to see!
Pha. Crude as her Spartan rocks!
Bia. I'll follow.
Syb. Nay, she'd walk alone!
Bia. She's Athens' guest.
I'll not be rude, whatever lack in her
Provokes me to it.
Pha. Nor shall I, by all
The grace in th' world!
Syb. You shame us, Biades.
We'll go with you.