_Ara._ Return? No, no, my lord! O, come no more To this cursed land. Be happy in thy Athens. And Plenty bless thee as thou wert her child, Swelling thy measure till prosperity Hang on thy look like fruit invisible Dropping to whom thou wilt. _Aris._ And you--and you-- My heart is dumb. What gods wish for themselves Become a human fortune and befall thee! [_Exeunt. Guards approach and beat door. Re-enter Aratea_] _Ara._ Strike, dogs! Some say Apollo fathered him. O, god of melody, guard thou the life That beats a perfect song! [_Door falls and Domenes enters with guards_] _Dom._ What! Who is this? _Ara._ A princess, sir. _Dom._ Where is the prisoner? _Ara._ He's gone. _Dom._ Gone! How? Where? _Ara._ Did not Zeus himself Steal Ganymede? Why not Aristocles? [_Curtain_] ACT IV SCENE: _The grove of Ceres on the right, a temple partly visible. The island of Ortygia in rear, separated from mainland by a very narrow channel with wall on the Ortygian side running off stage left, to channel bridge where the ensuing conflict is supposed to centre. The island extends down to the Lesser Harbor, centre rear, which widens to a sea-glimpse at right. On the island shore in the farthest distance is outlined the temple of Artemis. Part of the Ortygian castle is shown on an island, left, the lower part concealed by channel wall._ _At extreme left, front, the entrance to Phillistus' dwelling is seen. Between dwelling and channel a road leads toward the bridge. At front of stage a road runs left toward the Greater Harbor, and right toward Epipolai, the outermost portion of the city._ _On the right, toward rear, terraces lead up to the heights of Achridina. Various statues are seen, the largest being a Victory at entrance to grove. Off the stage, left front, over Greater Harbor, the sun is setting, throwing gradually softening tints and increasing shadows._ _Troops of soldiers, laughing and talking with citizens in holiday costume, come up the road from the Greater Harbor and pass off toward Epipolai. Speusippus, Ascander, and Timoleon, enter from grove and stand near the Victory. At right front enter young men arrayed for banqueting, bearing wreaths, torches, etc. They turn to rear and pass up terraces toward Achridina, singing._ O, pleasure is the wing of Time, Care his limping, leaden foot! Too late, too late, for laugh and rhyme When old Winter's at the root Of desire, And no fire Can thaw the frost where we lie mute.