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Rh us from suspicion, The Persian woman helps us without knowing it. And so does Lydia!

Lysander You are right, Phocion. The Gods show their will in little things like this. We are under their protection. Yet if word reached Alexander of our gathering in your house to-night

Phocion Keep your words for later, boy; you waste your strength. How ean you hold such idle thoughts? Hellas a Maccdonian province! Her ancient liberties crushed! Our last hope dead as soon as born, and no blow struck!

Lysander Phocion, forgive me! And, Selene, ‘in yonder rising moon, forgive me too. The Gods proteet and help us!

Phocion Pallas Athena, give us wisdom to plan and strength to strike.