Maia.
Unquestionably. The savage viper has slain her.
Æsculapius.
Then prepare to behold what should seem a greater miracle to you than to me. But, first, Silvanus, bind a strip of clothing very tightly round the upper part of her arm, for no more than we can help of those treasonable messengers must fly posting from the wound to Cydippe's heart.
Persephone [sententiously].
It can receive no more such messages.
Æsculapius.
I think you are mistaken. And now, Fauna, a few drops of water in this cup from the trickling spring yonder. That is well. Stand farther away from Cydippe, all of you.
Persephone.