Cébès: Where did you say?
Simon: There, to that hut. I tried to light a fire but it was too wet.
—I think it is deep enough now.
(He climbs out of the hole.
Cébès: O that she should be lying there like this!
Simon: O this place! This place!
Turning hence my unworthy eyes what have I sought among multitudes of men but the testimony of my own soul!
And it was here that, girding up its loins, it came to find me!
Standing in the red of the dawn, the warmth of the rising sun on our hair,
We had re-united our souls through our lips, and with artless arms she clasped me to her breast!