Bia. You love me. What an arm!
'Twas never lame!
Pyrr. Come! Tell me what's our port,
Then I shall know one place we do not go.
Bia. Tut, love! Pry into men's affairs?
Be calm——
Pyrr. What does this mean? [Advancing] I'll know!
Bia. [Retreating] You shall! It means
"The last lie wins." We go to harbor.
Pyrr. Ah!...
Those rowers....
Bia. Faithful and fleet as ever bore
An Athenian general home. They came upon
Your signal——
Pyrr. Mine?
Bia. They lay at watch, not Phernes.
Look on those lights! O, trinal star, set high
By my beloved! My honor's flaming hedge——
Pyrr. You fly,
But in a net! The Spartans heard those shouts.
They are in chase—you'll see——