Runs to the channel.
Phil. On! That is the place.
[Exeunt toward bridge. The sky darkens, clouding the moon. On the road from the Greater Harbor enter men, women, and children, who run about confusedly in the darkness]
First voice. Where is the lord Phillistus?
Second voice. Heraclides is wounded.
Third voice. Dogs! They brought this hell on us!
Voices shrieking. The guards! The guards!
[Soldiers of Dionysius rush on, road left, front, carrying brands which they cast about. They seize the people and put all to the sword]
Soldiers. To Achridina! To the heights! Burn all!