[Re-enter Lenon with bowl of broth]
Ste. Here's your portion, sir.
Amycla made no better. Will you drink?
[Gives bowl to Biades, who regards the black mixture dubiously. All are silent, watching him. He looks at Pyrrha]
Bia. [To Pyrrha] Is 't poison?
Pyrr. [Stolid] It may be.
Bia. [To Senators] Your will's in this?
First Senator. It is.
Bia. If this be pledge that binds me yours,
Fellow of board and field, I drink long life
To our compact. But if death waits here,—to you,
O comrade shades, and our good fellowship!
[Drinks. The Spartans applaud]
Ste. You lean to him, and Sparta topples with you!
A Young Man. [Entering] Agis is up! He comes!
And bears no grudge
For a good Greek blow. Says you could give no less.