Hermes [in reply to a gesture of Circe].
I cannot stay. I am trying to rouse Demeter from her dreadful state of depression. She sits in the palace heaving deep sighs, and doing absolutely nothing else. It will affect her heart, Æsculapius say.
Circe.
She has always been so closely wedded to the study of agriculture, and now....
Hermes.
Precisely. And it has occurred to me that the way to rouse her will be to send Persephone to her in a little country cart I have discovered. I have two mouse-coloured ponies already caught and harnessed—such little beauties. The only thing left to do is to search for Persephone.
Circe.
I will find her in a moment. [Exit.]
Rhea.