[Dion sinks to a seat]
Cal. My lord!
Oc. Your wound! He bleeds!
O see! This stream is gushing as 'twould fill
An ocean. Help! A surgeon!
Dion. Nay, too late.
Olympus' power alone is potent here.
There's not enough of life in me to wish
For life.
Ara. O, Dion!