Ocrastes?
Her. He, my lord.
Phil. What works this change?
Her. A lady's morning cheek and golden hair.
He now is wed to absent Dion's wife.
Phil. What say you, sir?
Her. The lords were in debate
Of who should have her, when out comes Ocrastes,
And cries his claim with such o'er-riding proof
That Dionysius claps a quick assent