Dracon. And next upon this news
Phillistus and the admiral desert us,
Flying to Dionysius.
Voices. Traitors! dogs!
Dracon. And now though Dion should forgive our baseness——
Voices. He will! he will!
Dracon. His force and ours united
Can not make stand against the strengthened foe.
Voices. O woeful night! O bloody, bloody night!
Third cit. Now sword and fire will make such havoc 'mong us