Arc. In Phania, I'd have had a daughter now——
Ste. What, madam? Gabble here? Be done!
Agis. [Among the young men] I thirst.
[To Biades] Up, slave! Fill me a cup. Come, move, you drone!
[Biades slowly rises and goes to spring under trees, rear]
A Young Lord. What Helot's that?
Another. Some dog o' the farms. A staff
On 's back might help his legs.
Another. I'll put mine to 't.
[Biades lazily returns with cup. In handing it to Agis he spills part of the contents]
Agis. [Emptying the cup in Biades' face]
By Dis and Rhadamanthus! Sot! Whose man
Is this?
Bia. My own, you Spartan whelp!