Enter Deidamia and Chorus.
Deid. The ground is clear, we have deceived them mightily,
Running around.
Ch.Where is our queen?
(2)Not here.
Deid. I’ll call her. Pyrrha!—Call all together.
Ch.Pyrrha!
Deid. She will come presently.—Did ye not mark
How resonant this glade is? that our voices
Neither return nor fly, but stay about us?