Fauna.
And with a scream she fell, and swooned away, and died, turning backwards, so that her hair caught in the springy herbage, and her head rolled a little in her pain, so that her hair was loosened and tightened, and look, there are still little tufts of blue-berry leaves in her hair.
Silvanus.
But here comes Æsculapius.
[They all greet Æsculapius, who enters from the left, with his basket of remedies.]
Persephone.
Ah! sage master of simples, this is a problem beyond thy solution, a case beyond thy cure.
Æsculapius [to the goddesses].
You think that Cydippe is dead?