I made a catch that will fill your basket.
How we all love summer, summer,
She’s a fashionable new-comer.
Now, sweet summer, with her roses,
Happiness for all proposes.
Pomona: I care not for your wonderful catch of fish, or for your summer roses. I have had bouquets before. Go back to your stream, young fisherman, perhaps the fish will listen to your clumsy verses.
[He goes out, returns as reaper, with a scythe or cycle.]
Vertumnus: What wonderful seasons we have, Pomona, this is the harvest time. What a wealth of flowers, fruits and nuts meet our gaze, and the cheerful bonfires are lighted everywhere. Soon Hallowe’en will be here. I almost imagined I saw a Witch as I entered. [The Witch peeps over the screen, waving hand to audience.] I dream I hear October’s laughter as she shakes the trees, from which the leaves leap and dance to the last ball of the season. [October peeps over screen and laughs.] Will you come with me, Pomona?
[Pomona does some real acting while this last recitation is given, she appears almost to yield, but replies.]