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92 Phocion (Siernly.) Ifa barbarian rule our dear city, our hearts are dead. It is better for my heart to mingle with the soil of Hellas than beat as the slave of Alexander.

Lydia I love you too much to see you run on death. Your wild plot to save our city is but the Fates’ way of taking you away from mie. Phocion Try, Lydia, to love me as I love Athens.

Lydia You ask too much of me. I love Hellas, but I love you more.

Phocion ‘Then—not enough. (Looks away.) You make it hard for me. I see the right so clearly, but your clinging love makes me weak,