That brings the desperate news. The tyrant mad
With this is bound for flight with what is left
Of Carthage.
Speu. Ah, Ocrastes dead?
Dom. Drowned, sir.
Speu. And Dion's wife?
Dom. She's in the castle—safe.
Speu. And flies with Dionysius? Speak, man!
Dom. She begs to stay, but he may force her off.