To safety.
[Exit Heraclides, rabble following]
Cal. [To Speusippus] Sir, what think you?
Speu. 'Tis gross error.
He'll breathe a life into the stones o' the street
Ere lack for followers.
Cal. Come, let us see.
[Exeunt Calippus and Speusippus, others following]
Dion. [To his Grecian guards] Go nurse your wounds, brave friends. I need no more
Your arms, but ever need your love. You with them,