[He embraces Theano, and looks silently at Aratea]
Ara. [Falteringly] My lord——
Dion. Your friend, your lover—ay, your slave,—but not
Your lord, sweet Aratea.
Ara. O! Condemned!
Dion. Not that—but——
Ara. Then you'll hear me?
Dion. No! Your voice
Renews in me the battle that I thought
Was fought to end.