Callo. [To Heraclides] Do not delay
The blow.
Her. [To Dion] You like our plan, my lord?
�g. [To Heraclides] Strike now.
Dion. 'Tis balm to Syracuse. Your hand upon it,
And pardon me my left.
Her. With all my heart!
[Stabs at Dion, whose sword arm is still in bandage. Aristocles, watching, springs out and knocks the weapon aside. Heraclides engages with him. Callorus rushes at Dion, who has loosened his right arm, and his foe, meeting unexpected defence, is slain. As Callorus falls, �gisthus strikes at Dion and disarms him, sending his weapon against the curtains, left. Dion, unarmed and suffering, falls back. Aristocles presses before Dion, fighting desperately with Heraclides and �gisthus, Aratea appears at curtains]
Ara. [Taking up Dion's weapon] O heart of Mars, beat here!
[She advances suddenly and draws upon �gisthus, who falls back in momentary astonishment, and Aristocles, relieved, slays Heraclides. Ocrastes and Calippus rush in rear, followed by guards and slaves. Theano and women, enter left. �gisthus kneels and surrenders his sword to Aratea]