You look enviably animated, Æsculapius. Your countenance is so fresh beneath that
long white beard of yours, that the barbarians will suppose you to be some mad boy, masquerading.
Euterpe.
What will you do with these plants?
Æsculapius.
These are my simples. As we shot through the Iberian narrows on our frantic voyage hither, my entire store was blown out of my hands and away to sea. The rarest sorts were flung about on rocks where nothing more valetudinarian than a baboon could possibly taste them. My earliest care on arriving here was to search these woods for fresh specimens, and my success has been beyond all hope. See, this comes from the wet lands on the hither side of the tarn——
Euterpe.
Where Selene is now searching for the wizard
who draws the smoke away from the moon's face at night.
Æsculapius.