But there's a brightness yet in this dark woe.
[Advances to Aratea]
Once more, my love, my wife, you are all mine.
[Aristocles steps before Aratea]
What mean you now?
Aris. To guard my own. For you
The pearl of opportunity is lost.
Briareus' hands could not now snatch it back
Where 't pales on time's retreating wave.
Dion. By Mars,