Dion. Ocrastes!
Oc. Ay.
Dion. How couldst be hid from me
Though veiled in seven-fold steel?
The. Not dead—not dead——
Oc. [Embracing Theano] My heart, look up. The long tale of my sins
Will be as virtue's song when in love's ear
'Tis whispered. Nay, weep not. Those woes are sealed.
The. O, canst forgive me?