[Gives Agis a blow, so unexpected that it knocks him down. His head strikes the root of a tree and he does not rise. A number of Spartans rush upon Biades. Others bear Agis off, left]
Voices. The dog!
Tread him to earth! Down! down!
Bia. [Springing from them and taking off his cap]
What, Greeks? You'd kill
A brother?
A Voice. Biades!
Bia. My friends——
Voices. Ha, ha! His friends!
Lys. What friending was 't you gave us on the day
You drove us out of Athens? Hoot and club
Then spoke how dear you loved us. We had not
Brought off our lives if your desire had dared
Blow full on Athens' heat.
Gir. Brought off our lives?
Where's Heracordus? Stoned at Athens' gate,
And dead upon the road.
Bia. Nay, brothers——
Gir. Ha!
If you're a brother, weep beside his grave.
I'll show it you.