He does not live
Who hears no noon-day clamour about his ears.
First Astrologer
And you, Queen, that have lived and now confront
Death or his shadow deep within your soul,
Have you in life such wisdom garnered up
As may disarm the heart’s rebellion?
Wherefore then are we summoned?
Second Astrologer
The garden of life
Is barren for you, bearing little fruit,
And yields no store for hungry days ahead.
Third Astrologer
To me you seem as one that has in thought
A hidden sin, and seeks an easy priest
Who shall with smooth and flowing words of grace
Persuade it from the heart.
Alcmena
Nay, I am sinless.