He must not scape. But hark, ’tis time the plot
Were put to proof; already it must be noon;
And I hear steps and voices. Let us return
To the ship. If they that come be those we seek,...
Hark, and ’tis they,—we can look back upon them.
I’ll be amongst them soon.
Dio.’Tis a girl’s game.
[Exeunt into the bushes.
Enter Deidamia, Achilles as Pyrrha, with the chorus of maidens.
DEIDAMIA (without).