What they have done with him.
Acte
[Placing herself before him.] Simon!
Mists are before your eyes,
Mists of forgetting.
You have forgotten Battus and all your holy vows before the priests of Libya and Egypt to bring him back to Africa Rome’s conqueror.
[She calls off left to Battus. The Attendants enter with him.]
Come, lad, sit here. [She leads him to a seat at centre.] Let’s play at worlds for Simon. Who are you?
Battus
I am Battus.