Panthus. You know my wishes.
Pan. Ay, my lord.
[Exeunt Panthus and guards. Aristocles remains with Dion]
Dion. My friend! [They embrace] No tears! We'll water joy hereafter.
Now there is much to do. Wilt seek Calippus for me
And make him governor of the castle?
Aris. Ay. [Exit]
Dion. [Alone] Now red revolt with opened veins lies low
Fast paling to her death; and silence deep
As takes the mother's ear who waits the step