Phil. I'll leave you with him. Courage!
[Phillistus retreats to curtains, left. Enter Ocrastes]
The. You dare come here?
Oc. I dare?
The. O, see, Ocrastes,
What lieth here! The shell of what even now
Was she who gave me birth.
Oc. Not dead? Ah, love!
The. Call me not love! Not here—and now. O, go!
Oc. Theano!