In the stadion
I’m all for diskos-throwing, sprinting. Come,
A trial race! [To Dion.]
Dion.
[Agreeing.]
I’m with you!
[The two athletes, Dion and Maximus strip off their outer garments, throw these down, under the tree.]
Serapíon.
[A small boy, with a slight limp.]
O Dion, brother! Let me come with you!