Circe does not tell you that I was so foolish
as to be in tears. But now it seems that you have invented an occupation for Ceres? You are so divinely ingenious.
Hermes.
I hope it may be successful.
Persephone.
Tell me what it is.
Hermes.
I have found at the back of the palace a small rural waggon, and I have caught two ponies, with coats like grey velvet, and great antelopes' eyes—dear little creatures. I have harnessed them, and now I want you to sit in this cart, while I am dressed like some herdsman of these barbarians, and lead the ponies, and we will go together to coax Demeter out into the fields.
Persephone.