Elder Brother. Cease, brother, to dream of evils that may not be. No good can come from false alarms. I do not believe my good sister has lost herself in fear. Her faith will keep her calm.
Second Brother. I do not fear the darkness and the fact that she is alone. But I do fear some harm may come to her from rude wanderers in the wood.
Elder Brother. Yet I believe she is so good and true that evil has no power to harm her. All powers of good surround her and drive evil away. But list! Some faint call sounds on my ear.
Second Brother. Yes, I hear it now. What should it be?
Elder Brother. Either some one lost in this wood, like ourselves, or else some roving woodman, or perhaps some robber calling to his fellows!
Second Brother. God save my sister!
Elder Brother. Who comes here? Speak! Advance no further!
Spirit (as a shepherd). What voice is that? Speak once again.
Second Brother. O brother! 'tis my father's shepherd, sure.
Elder Brother. Are you Thyrsis? How could you find this dark, secluded spot? Why did you come?