[Re-enter Ocrastes from garden. He approaches Aratea as if he would speak, but she hurries into palace, entrance front, without seeing him. He retires in gloom as Dionysius and a train of lords come out of palace, large entrance, rear]
Diony. Come, friends! Now is the sweetest garden hour,
When day's dust-foul�d trail is passed, and night
Has not yet donned her moist and heavy cloak.
[They cross to garden]
Here let us wait the lords. We've summoned all
Of golden purse and of right noble line.
Now that we've stopped all revenues to Dion,
And this night give our sister to a husband
Of our own choosing——