Venus. You do not know me?
Alph. No, mum; you’ve the advantage of me. Have you got a card?
Venus. I am Venus! I have many names in the outer world! It is I who rule the God of Love, I sway the hearts of all true lovers; in your world I have caused you poor mortals to burn for me—aye, and with an unconsuming, unquenchable fire!
Alph. Lor’, you’re a bit of a hot ’un!
Venus. Hot ’un! You speak in enigmas? You are fully aware why I come hither?
Alph. I don’t. You are the statue out of them gardens, ain’t you?
Venus. I am no statue—I am Venus, I tell you! I have lain in a long, long trance, how long I know not, in my own palace in the Isle of Cyprus. How long I should have lain in that trance I know not had it not been for thou, most lovely mortal!
Alph. (Aside.) She knows me.
Venus. Yes; it was the touch of your kind mortal hand that has given me power to animate this marble shell!
Alph. (Aside.) She says she’s a shell. I wonder what kind of shell—p’raps a whelk shell!