Pyrr. Hear the boy. You are
Clearchus? And of Athens?
Clea. I am.
Pyrr. You brought
His pardon. Did he welcome it?
Clea. He did.
Bia. He lies! The coward lies!
Clea. He did agree
That Phernes should draw off his fleet and join
With Athens.
Bia. Oh! Where are the Olympian thunders
That they now let you live?
Hie. Draw off his fleet
To-night?
Clea. Ere dawn.
Bia. That such an atom—such
A trifle of a body could enclose
So great a lie!