Aphrodite.
Is all prepared for us, Cydippe?
Cydippe.
I have done my best. The barbarian people are kind and clean. They have blue eyes. There is one, with marigold curls and a crisp beard, who has brought up water and logs of wood. There are two maidens, with hair like a wheat-field and rough red fingers. There are others....
I know not. All seem civil and frightened. But your Majesty will be wretched.
Aphrodite.
No, Cydippe, I think I shall be happy.
Eros [walking to the parapet, and looking down].
Our white ship still lies there, mother. Shall we start again?
Aphrodite.