When Dion comes from Greece. Men swarm to him
As he were golden Saturn giving off
New fortunes with each breath. Send me with speed
To Italy. There I have friends shall be
Your own, and pour a fleet into your harbor
Will turn lord Dion pale when next his eye
Scans Syracusan waters.
Diony. Italy?
We'll think of it. You're the true warrior stuff,
Planning campaigns with the same breath you win