Never mind who listens over the screen,
I’m the merry old Witch of Hallowe’en.
[Pomona rises from stool and yields to Vertumnus. Vertumnus drops his disguise and takes Pomona by the hand. They march forward and bow. The Witch enters at right, October at left.]
Witch:
The goddess of fruits to merry October
Calls, “Good-bye, the summer is over.”
October:
Vertumnus, the god of the turning year,
Hath won her now, it doth appear.
Pomona: