Lys. Nay——
Hie. And why send all?
A half—a third—had answered. There's not left
An oarsman on the galley save the men
Who brought you from the Thetis.
Lys. You've the guard,—
Yourself its head. Give Biades his way
When prudence pays no cost. We've hedged and hemmed
His wrestling will until his pride is brashed
To the rebel quick——
Hie. Sst! He is here.
[Biades stands in door]
Bia. Lysander,
They hail you from Thrasyllus' ship. You stay
The rites.
Lys. [Troubled] But is it time——
Bia. Full time.
Lys. My boat——
Bia. Is waiting.