Pha. Oh!
Cre. Withdraw your hand, proud Spartan!
Alc. I will protect
My sister, sir, from any lord of Athens!
Sac. Look, Pelagon,—and Stesilaus,—here!
Look on this warbling joy hatched tenderly
In nest of your conceit, which you've kept warm
Forgetting you had hearts where love bechid
Sat in unfeathered cold. If you are fathers,
Drink of their ecstasy till every vein
Applauds it!
Lys. Pray you, peace! The Senators!
[Enter Amentor and other Senators]
Ste. What's your demand?
Amen. Your life, Lord Stesilaus.
And that of Pelagon, in Athens' name.
Pel. My life?
Amen. Not less will still this wind and save
Our homes from undefended sack. They've seized
The citadel——