He goes through fire as 'twere a pastime loved,
Shaking the burning timbers from his back
As they were flies.
Men. Thrice has he formed
The citizens for charge, though night and flame
War on confusion's side.
Gy. Ocrastes comes
With ships that treble all sent out from Carthage.
Men. Then Dion to the rescue speedily,
Or Syracuse is ashes! [Shouts without]