[Aratea re-enters, and hastens across to Dionysius]
Ara. My brother,
I came to seek you. Lord Aristocles——
Diony. Ay, troubles press upon us, dearest sister,
And much is trembling in adventure's hand.
Now do we need your husband's strength to meet
Ill fortune's tide.
Ara. Then you have sent for Dion?
O, you forgive!
Diony. Speak not that traitor's name!