[Curtain]
ACT IV
Scene: On board a galley off Athens. An open door left of centre, rear, shows a moonlit sea. Cressets burning within. Pyrrha discovered, seated and fingering a dagger. A diminishing sound of dipping oars and rowers singing.
God of the bold who ride With song o'er their dead Whose unsown graves wait wide, The singers' bed,— Poseidon, befriend, befriend, And the good wind send!
The sirens are on their rocks; Like a piercèd moon Weeping her gold, their locks To the waters run. Poseidon, befriend, befriend, And the good wind send!
Fleet are the foam-toothed hounds That hunt unfed, With hunger that aches like wounds, And ships their bread. Poseidon, befriend, befriend, And the good wind send!
[Enter Lysander]
Pyrr. Lysander! You? Is 't battle?
Lys. At dawn we move
Upon the Athenian ships.