The. Aristocles.
Oc. O, Dion, Dion!
The. Speusippus says he comes.
Oc. Too late he comes
That should be here already.
The. Dear my love,
He is not young as you, and years are cautious.
While age makes ready to resent affront
The blows of youth are given and forgot.
Oc. Ah, my Theano, I've but one place of peace—