Like sea-return�d corpse, with livid grin
And foul, accreted horror, to beg anew
For burial.
[Dion comes in and walks slowly across to Aristocles]
You'll see her now?
Dion. See whom?
Aris. Your wife.
Dion. My wife? Have I a wife?
Aris. She waits
Your summons by Diana's altar.