Ourself, still Dionysius, here remains.

And means the Greek to treat of terms of peace?

By Heav'n, this panting bosom hop'd to meet

His boasted phalanx on the embattled plain.

And doth he now, on peaceful councils bent,

Despatch his herald?—Let the slave approach.

Enter the Herald.

Herald

Now speak thy purpose; what doth Greece impart?

Her. Timoleon, sir, whose great renown in arms

Is equall'd only by the softer virtues

Of mild humanity, that sway his heart,

Sends me his delegate to offer terms,

On which ev'n foes may well accord; on which

The fiercest nature, though it spurns at justice,

May sympathize with his.

Dio. Unfold thy mystery;

Thou shalt be heard.

Her. The gen'rous leader sees,

With pity sees, the wild destructive havoc

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