Pyrr. Are you so mad? Then die!
[Enter ephors and senators, all old men, followed by warriors, then youths, wives, maidens, children, and attendant slaves. Biades draws his cap down and lies slouching on the grass. The ephors and senators take seats which the Helots have prepared for them]
First Ephor. What! Must we wait? Where are these merry slips?
First Senator. The woods are dancing yonder. By that sign
They come.
[Re-enter Dianessa, Myrta, and companions, who dance before the assembly, the figure symbolizing the capture of Persephone. They continue dancing, the youths joining, until every maid has won a partner.]
Ste. [To Archippe] Our Pyrrha does not dance. Why's that?
Arc. No why at all. I'll rate her. Sulky chuff!
Ste. Ay, you'll be on her heels!
Arc. The younger maids
Are chosen. She'll be left. There's Hieron
With eyes like begging moons which way she goes,
But she draws off,—
Ste. Well, well! She'll please herself.