We'd rather win to us.
Speu. [Aside] O, Dion, now all
Forsake thee but calamity, that like
A covetous ill wife hangs on thy fortune!
Diony. By Pluto, no more fear! Our throne is safe!
Oc. My lord——
Diony. Nay, brother!
Oc. Pray be warned by one
Who knows too well your need. Not all the troops
Of broadest Sicily may keep you safe