shakna-israel · November 28, 2025 22:42
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 Act I, Scene VII

 (
 	Gorgo, alone, standing in a dark place.
 )

 [Gorgo]
 O gods, who stand above...
 Beneath whose gaze the Fates are sealed...
 Reveal to me the path I must take.
 For Sparta stands,
 Yet I tremble before the storm.

 [Pythia (out of view)]
 O daughter of Athena,
 victim of Aphrodite's jealousy,
 as wild as Cybele,
 don't you dare to lie to me.

 [Gorgo]
 I have no need of lies,
 brat and bitch.
 I will carve you to the floor,
 and take your heart,
 if you have nothing to say.

 [Pythia (out of view)]
 Lie to yourself,
 if you must,
 but not to the gods,
 that know you
 more than the mirror.

 [Gorgo]
 What lie do I speak?

 [Pythia (out of view)]
 You do not quake,
 do not tremble,
 no wind shakes your leaf.
 You come to beg,
 but already know,
 of what the fates,
 have in store.

 [Gorgo]
 I do not come in fear,
 but I yet tremble.
 I do not hate,
 and yet I shake.
 Speak to me,
 plead for me.

 (Pythia joins Gorgo on the stage.)

 [Pythia]
 What message should I take?
 The ground already weeps
 with the footfalls of
 a million souls
 in chains departing.

 [Gorgo]
 To the winds,
 spread my voice.
 Take the truth,
 of the lion,
 who refused to bow.

 [Pythia]
 The world will know,
 free men stand.
 That the few will fight the many.
 No wind need carry this.

 [Gorgo]
 It cannot be enough!
 Take it to corners of this world!
 My lion stood against
 a god!
 That Sparta never shall fall!

 [Pythia]
 Would your spirit be a price,
 you will pay,
 the messenger?

 [Gorgo]
 My spirit I cannot offer,
 it belongs to another.

 [Pythia]
 I would beg to Athena,
 but she is not here.
 The goddess roams,
 across a hill,
 down a path,
 to a burning mountain.
 Where three hundred will lie.

 [Gorgo]
 So shall it be.

 (Gorgo spins and leaves.)
	Act I, Scene VII

	(
	Gorgo, alone, standing in a dark place.
	)

	[Gorgo]
	O gods, who stand above...
	Beneath whose gaze the Fates are sealed...
	Reveal to me the path I must take.
	For Sparta stands,
	Yet I tremble before the storm.

	[Pythia (out of view)]
	O daughter of Athena,
	victim of Aphrodite's jealousy,
	as wild as Cybele,
	don't you dare to lie to me.

	[Gorgo]
	I have no need of lies,
	brat and bitch.
	I will carve you to the floor,
	and take your heart,
	if you have nothing to say.

	[Pythia (out of view)]
	Lie to yourself,
	if you must,
	but not to the gods,
	that know you
	more than the mirror.

	[Gorgo]
	What lie do I speak?

	[Pythia (out of view)]
	You do not quake,
	do not tremble,
	no wind shakes your leaf.
	You come to beg,
	but already know,
	of what the fates,
	have in store.

	[Gorgo]
	I do not come in fear,
	but I yet tremble.
	I do not hate,
	and yet I shake.
	Speak to me,
	plead for me.

	(Pythia joins Gorgo on the stage.)

	[Pythia]
	What message should I take?
	The ground already weeps
	with the footfalls of
	a million souls
	in chains departing.

	[Gorgo]
	To the winds,
	spread my voice.
	Take the truth,
	of the lion,
	who refused to bow.

	[Pythia]
	The world will know,
	free men stand.
	That the few will fight the many.
	No wind need carry this.

	[Gorgo]
	It cannot be enough!
	Take it to corners of this world!
	My lion stood against
	a god!
	That Sparta never shall fall!

	[Pythia]
	Would your spirit be a price,
	you will pay,
	the messenger?

	[Gorgo]
	My spirit I cannot offer,
	it belongs to another.

	[Pythia]
	I would beg to Athena,
	but she is not here.
	The goddess roams,
	across a hill,
	down a path,
	to a burning mountain.
	Where three hundred will lie.

	[Gorgo]
	So shall it be.

	(Gorgo spins and leaves.)
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