Aurcta.
The secret’s in a kiss.
Here are no kisses. Here great Artemis
Rules; only in the woodland may a man
Hide his eyes from her, pledge himself to Pan.
Come! through the tangled arches
Of cypresses and larches,
Stoop; under Artemis we walked upright;
But this is Pan’s home, and the House of Night.
(They enter the wood.
Crassus.
So when I stoop, my cheek comes close to yours.
Give mea kiss.
Autcta.
The poisonous apple lures
‘Thus the boy’s mouth. Beware!
Crassus.
O you ate fairl
Fairer than ever! In this tangle of trees,
‘Your hot breath wraps you in perfume.
Aura.
‘There is some gloom or doom,
A bitter harsh ingredient
In these my sorceries
Of animal scent.
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