... Well, thou 'rt my soul.
[Aristocles goes into palace. Dionysius turns to larger entrance rear]
Phil. [Detaining Heraclides] A word with you, my lord.
[Dionysius and attendants enter palace]
Her. What's urgent, friend?
Phil. Marked you Speusippus?
Her. Ay.
Phil. He comes to stir a war in Dion's name.
Already there's a rumbling 'mong the people