Hie. To Phernes now! We must not boggle this!
Pyrr. If you've a doubt, sir, look on that. [Points to Biades]
Hie. I'll hasten back to you.
Bia. But note our light.
The galley rowers may return ere you,
And move us to the east.
Hie. I shall not lose you.
Bia. What escort will you take? A noble one
Will best please Phernes.
Hie. Mirador and Agis
Shall go with me. Meanthes shall remain
To be your watch.
Bia. You'll tell them nothing?
Hie. Sir,
I've sworn. I shall say naught but this. That Athens
Proffered you pardon, and you hold to Sparta.
[Exit Hieron. Pyrrha watches from the door until the boats put off. The sea is now dark. Biades takes up a harp and strums it]