[_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_] _Cal._ No mercy now! [_To guards_] To prison with �gisthus! [_Guards lead off �gisthus_] _Oc._ Dion! Safe? _Dion._ [_Rising_] My wife--and friend--can tell you. Ask of them. _Oc._ [_Picking up bandage_] My lord, your scarf. _Dion._ Let 't be, my son. Let 't be. I shall not need it any more. _Oc._ O joy, My lord! _Cal._ And joy for Heraclides' death! _Aris._ Poor man! His flattery so soon found friends That he himself was caught by it, and thought To gain a crown by Dion's death. E'en while They talked--O ne'er was friendly speech so punctured-- His sword was out and aimed at Dion's bosom. _Oc._ Your blade is purple, but it should be black, So vile his blood! [_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! _Dion._ Kneel here, my wife. [_Aratea kneels at Dion's side_] And you, Aristocles, come close to me. [_Aristocles kneels on the other side of Dion_]