Arc. If 't can be done!
Sac. It must be done, Archippe. Come,—I hear
A chatter. This way out.
[They leave, upper right. Biades, Pyrrha, Sybaris, and Phania enter lower right]
Pha. What of our garden,
Now all is seen?
Pyrr. Here gods should live, not men.
At every turn I seemed to lose the step
Of a departing deity.
Syb. We are content
With our Athenian lords, and seek no charm
To turn them into gods.
Bia. [Showing a locket] I've here a charm
Does more than that. This jewel webbed
In mystic rings—and set——
Syb. The Persian gem!
You promised me——
Bia. It is a magic stone,
That gazed upon by a true-minded maid——
Pha. [Securing the trinket] I'll see it, sir!
I've heard you vow your bride
Should wear this locket.