[Enter Agis]
Bia. High Zeus, I thank thee! Agis, thou dost live
To take my pardon and to give me thine!
[They take hands]
Ste. So soft?
Lys. Better than blows.
Ste. Ha! Like disease
He'll spread the woman till our eyes drop tears
Instead of fire. When Spartan eagles moult,
They'll go no farther than Athenian owls.
Lys. He's valiant.
Ste. There's no braver tongue.
Lys. And friend
To Phernes.
Ste. So he says.
Lys. Nay, that's well known.