Cinesias.
At any rate, let’s have a short time together.
Myrrhiné.
No, no, no! . . . all the same I cannot say I don’t love you.
Cinesias.
You love me? Then why refuse what I ask, my little girl, my sweet Myrrhiné.
Myrrhiné.
You must be joking! What, before the child!
Cinesias.
Manes, carry the lad home. There, you see, the child is gone; there’s nothing to hinder us; let us to work!
Myrrhiné.
But, miserable man, where, where are we to do it?
Cinesias.
In the cave of Pan; nothing could be better.
Myrrhiné.
But how to purify myself, before going back into the citadel?
Cinesias.
Nothing easier! you can wash at the Clepsydra.[1]
Myrrhiné.
But my oath? Do you want me to perjure myself?
Cinesias.
I take all responsibility; never make yourself anxious.
Myrrhiné.
Well, I'll be off, then, and find a bed for us.
- ↑ A spring so named within the precincts of the Acropolis.
