Aris. I'll go with you, Callorus. Not from fear,
But to keep riot down that else might shake
The city's peace. [To Aratea] Farewell.
[Exeunt Aristocles, Callorus and guards, by street]
Ara. Farewell? I could not speak.
The tyrant's guards! They hate Aristocles.
My fears have now a shape and short will show
Their foulest face. I must take means at once
To learn the truth. My careful Dionysius,
I will be vigilant too.