And if your musings cause no fear,
You shall behold her in her secret dances.
STARK
By Hercules! I’m half prepared to love her!
[He sits on the log beside Alwyn. Ornis still stands apart, under Shy’s protection. Quercus enters, beckoning backward into the wood.]
VIII
Tacita. Alwyn. Ornis. Stark. (Shy. Quercus.)
ALWYN
Now, Tacita, shy pagan nymph, appear!