CRASSUS. My will contests My wishes.
ALICIA. Wait, and you shall surely see Part of the secret that ensorcels me. See all these bosses! It is not As if a Titan smote himself into the earth, And was caught into her, made one with her?
CRASSUS. The scent is fierce and hot Like a rutting panther's slot. Yet you are matched with mirth, Shaking each other like two wrestlers.
ALICIA. What should stir Your melancholy but laughter?
CRASSUS. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillating!
ALICIA. Love, Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in the midst, behold, O man! The image of great Pan.
CRASSUS. I fear him.
ALICIA. Go and lie there, at his feet. Lie supine! Lie on that moss-covered root, While I draw forth the flute And make a marvellous music.[She ceases laughing and begins to play.]
CRASSUS. O I writhe Beneath the force of lips, of fingers lithe That touch the delicate stops so delicately.
ALICIA. Hush! I have drawn the bird from the bush. Pan will appear anon.