Vertumnus:
In disguise I’ll journey, you understand,
To seek again Pomona’s hand.
Scene III
[Pomona’s home in the woods. Pomona seated by spinning wheel. A knock is heard, enter Vertumnus as ploughman.]
Vertumnus: Fair Pomona, I can not help but sing today; I come to tell you of all the beauties of spring. If you will come with me to the fields you will see new life returning everywhere. In every little blade of grass upspringing, in every mellow bird note, there is nature’s call. See, I have brought you the first violets.
Pomona: Very beautiful is your breath of spring, and the message the violets bring me, but I would far rather stay here by my spinning wheel, for even now nights and mornings are chilly. I care not for your wild, sweet, spring music.
[Vertumnus goes out. While Pomona spins, he returns as a fisherman.]
Vertumnus:
I am a Fisherman, since you ask it,