[Exeunt, right, rear, scattering brands, one of which lights the temple of Ceres seen through the trees, left. Enter citizens, left, front. They carry arms. Burning brands reveal the dead]
First citizen. See, friends! Here lie our pictures as we'll be
A moment hence.
Second cit. No hope now but in Dion!
Third cit. [As Dracon enters] Dracon!
Dracon. All lost—all lost. Put up your swords.
The Carthaginian fleet lies in the bay,
And by the sea-gate to the castle fort
Empties her men into the tyrant's hand!
Second cit. O Syracuse!