Dropping to whom thou wilt.
Aris. And you—and you—
My heart is dumb. What gods wish for themselves
Become a human fortune and befall thee!
[Exeunt. Guards approach and beat door. Re-enter Aratea]
Ara. Strike, dogs! Some say Apollo fathered him.
O, god of melody, guard thou the life
That beats a perfect song!
[Door falls and Domenes enters with guards]