MYRRHINA. Dwells he not here, the beautiful young hermit, he who
will not look on the face of woman?

FIRST MAN. Of a truth it is here the hermit dwells.

MYRRHINA. Why will he not look on the face of woman?

SECOND MAN. We do not know.

MYRRHINA. Why do ye yourselves not look at me?

FIRST MAN. You are covered with bright stones, and you dazzle our
eyes.

SECOND MAN. He who looks at the sun becomes blind. You are too
bright to look at. It is not wise to look at things that are very
bright. Many of the priests in the temples are blind, and have
slaves to lead them.

MYRRHINA. Where does he dwell, the beautiful young hermit who will
not look on the face of woman? Has he a house of reeds or a house
of burnt clay or does he lie on the hillside? Or does he make his
bed in the rushes?

FIRST MAN. He dwells in that cavern yonder.

MYRRHINA. What a curious place to dwell in!

FIRST MAN. Of old a centaur lived there. When the hermit came the