Ah, fallen Dionysius, must thou
Lose all, then cast thy soul to swell the loss?
It is thy kingly reputation burns,
With all that thou mightst own in fair Elysium!
[Shouting, left]
Speu. The wall! the wall! They charge!
Pan. The stranger leads!
Ho, come, Speusippus!
Dion. On! on, on, my friends!