Phil. That voice—O traitor! He will save her! Ay
He'll tread through hell nor burn his feet!
I die now as they kiss! Ocrastes—O!
The rest I'll tell to gaunt and gibbering shades. [Dies]
[Curtain falls and rises upon the same scene in ruins, several hours later. Wrecks smoulder in foreground, In rear the flames from Achridina throw light on the untouched castle and island. Noise of battle comes from left. Enter from bridge road Dion, Panthus, Calippus, Aristocles, Speusippus, and others]
Dion. Thanks for my life. 'Twas bravely rescued, friends.
Cal. My lord, you do us wrong so to expose the arm
That props our hope.
Dion. Nay, not with me, Calippus,
The battle rests, but with the unknown warrior