Proteus, come quickly. What? There's a ship waiting in the harbour. A crew of my most...

[Proteus stares out to sea through a jail cell window; turns at the sound of keys unlocking the door; Dymas steps into the cell]
Dymas: [approaches] Proteus, come quickly.
Proteus: What?
Dymas: There's a ship waiting in the harbour.
[takes Proteus' arm and leads him to the door]
Dymas: A crew of my most trusted officers will take you far from Syracuse.
Proteus: [breaks free of Dymas' grip and stops] But the ambassadors' guards.
Dymas: Are asleep or well-bribed, but we must go now.
Proteus: Go where? To live the rest of my life in exile?
Dymas: To *live*, son! I won't let them execute you for Sinbad's crime.
Proteus: Neither will Sinbad.
Dymas: Proteus, don't be foolish! Sinbad has no intention of going to Tartarus! The Sinbad you knew as a child--!
Proteus: Is still in him as a man! I've seen it.
Dymas: Proteus...
[sighs and looks sadly at his son]
Proteus: [smiles] Go, Father.
[touches Dymas' shoulders]
Proteus: I know what I'm doing.
[Dymas frowns as Proteus returns to the window; the door is locked and Proteus sighs as he stares out to sea]