Bia. [To Phania] So she shall.
[To Sybaris] None else!
[To Pyrrha]
You hear my oath. Come, Sybaris, sit here
And, Phania,—come! You both shall peep at fate
Through a ruby portal, if your hearts be true.
Now fix your look——
Pha. We'll see the same!
Bia. Not so.
Each fortune's connate with the gazer's star,
And tinted as she dreams. Direct your eyes
With flawless constancy, or you'll see naught.
Pha. Not lift them once?
Bia. Nay, fasten every thought
Deep in the jewel's fire, till I have said
The Persian chant of welcome to the spirit
Whose magic you shall see.
Pha. A spirit? Oh!
Bia. But she is fair,—framed as divinity
For adoration.
Syb. She!
Bia. Lift not your eyes.
[Stands behind Phania and Sybaris and makes the incantation an ardent address to Pyrrha]