What strange sights are seen;
But we bring the Horn of Plenty
At this time of year,
And a festival we’re keeping,
For Pomona’s here.
[Pomona enters, and is seated at right; the fruits in turn go to her and bow, and the child offers her the Horn of Plenty. Many suitors now come bowing to her in turn; they offer her fall fruits and flowers and gifts, carrying them in baskets or on trays; the Knave of Hearts even comes offering her his tarts, and Simple Simon offers her a pie. Last of all comes Vertumnus, he is larger and more powerful than the rest; he simply offers her an enormous red pasteboard heart.]
Vertumnus:
Vertumnus, the god of the turning year,
I come, Pomona, behold me here;
Offerings are made to me in Rome,