SECOND MAN. I think she is one of the gods. I think she comes from Nubia.
FIRST MAN. I am sure she is the daughter of the Emperor. Her nails are stained with henna. They are like the petals of a rose. She has come here to weep for Adonis.
SECOND MAN. She is one of the gods. I do not know why she has left her temple. The gods should not leave their temples. If she speaks to us let us not answer and she will pass by.
FIRST MAN. She will not speak to us. She is the daughter of the Emperor.
MYRRHINA. Dwells he not here, the beautiful young hermit, he who will not look on the face of woman?
FIRST MAN. Of a truth it is here the hermit dwells.
MYRRHINA. Why will he not look on the face of woman?
SECOND MAN. We do not know.
MYRRHINA. Why do ye yourselves not look at me?
FIRST MAN. You are covered with bright stones, and you dazzle our eyes.