[Exeunt toward the heights of Achridina]
Timolean. So turns our war into a holiday.
Here Dion lands, and swift the tyrant flies
With all his boasted guard into the castle,
While Syracuse throws open gate and arms
To welcome her besieger.
Ascander. By Artemis!
Didst see him marching in?—Calippus on
One side, Aristocles on t'other—their corselets white
Fair shining in the sun, and each with locks