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Persian messenger: Listen carefully, Leonidas. Xerxes conquers and controls everything he rests his eyes upon. He leads an army so massive it shakes the ground with its march, so vast it drinks the rivers dry. All the God-King Xerxes requires is this: a simple offering of earth and water. A token of Sparta's submission to the will of Xerxes. Leonidas: Submission. Well, that's a bit of a problem. See, rumor has it that the Athenians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and, uh, boy-lovers have found that kind of nerve— Theron: We must be diplomatic sire- Leonidas: (cutting him off) And of course Spartans... have their reputation to consider. Persian messenger: Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas. They may be your last as king. [Leonidas turns and ponders the offer. He looks at various people standing around, watching him nervously, the last of whom is Gorgo.]