Ara. I fear 'tis cover for a thrust 'gainst Dion.
Oc. No! Virtue such as his is heavened above
The reach of sceptres.
Ara. But he was too bold
In his refusal to attend the feast.
They come! And Dionysius' brow is like
A new, unclouded sun. No eyes for us!
[Enter Dionysius, Aristocles, Dion, and lords]
Diony. [To Aristocles] Speak on, nor cease t' enchant my rous�d ear,
Although thy words, like honey from the isle