Dion. Untouched! No bridal kiss! My blindness goes.
But Heaven, in pity, shut me dark again,
For I have wronged Ocrastes—who is dead.
How could your woman heart not know the truth—
That he thus saved you from a baser touch
To be restored all perfect, pure to me?
And he is dead. Give me your pity, gods!
Now we will mourn, Theano. Here, my daughter.
Our griefs let marry in our kissing tears.
[Embraces Theano]