All's lost; Evander dies!

Enter Calippus.

Calippus

Cal. Where is the King?

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Retire disordered; to the eastern gate

The Greeks pursue: Timoleon rides in blood!

Arm, arm, and meet their fury!

Mel. To the citadel

Direct thy footsteps; Dionysius there

Marshals a chosen band.

Cal. Do thou call forth

Thy hardy veterans; haste, or all is lost!

[Exit.

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[Warlike Music.

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Mel. Now, ye just gods, now look propitious down;

Now give the Grecian sabre tenfold edge,

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