The palace is his home.
Ara. O, not to-day!
Diony. I'll yield to-day, but not an hour beyond
To-morrow's sun. Adieu, Aristocles.
Give me thy love; I'll give thee Syracuse. [Exeunt Dionysius and lords]
Ara. [To Aristocles] We have some statues in the garden, sir,
May please an eye from Athens. Will you come? [Exeunt Aratea and Aristocles]
The. Mother, why look so darkly on Ocrastes?
Nau. Darkly, my daughter?
The. Has he not a soul