_Ch._ Whither—our cries are vain. Maybe she lieth now close by And hears but cannot make reply. ’Tis told how men have bound The mouths of them they bore away, Lest by their cry They should be found.— 1340 Spread our company into the woods around, And shouting as we go keep within hail.— Or banding in parties search the paths about: If many together shout The sound is of more avail. Once more, together call her name once more. (_Calling._) Pyrrha—Pyrrha! _Thetis_ (_within_). Ha! _Deid._ An answer. Heard ye not? _Ch._ ’Twas but the nymph, that from her hidden grot Mocks men with the repeated syllables 1350 Of their own voice, and nothing tells. Such sound the answer bore. _Deid._ Nay, nay. Hark, for if ’twere but echo as ye say ’Twill answer if I call again. (_Calls._) Pyrrha, come! Pyrrha, come! _Thetis_ (_within_). I come, I come. _Deid._ Heard ye not then? _Ch._ I heard the selfsame sound. _Deid._ ’Twas Pyrrha. Why she is found. I know her voice. I hear her footing stir. 1360 _Ch._ True, some one comes. _Deid._ ’Tis she. _Enter Thetis._ Pyrrha! O joy. _Th._ Why call ye her? _Deid._ Pyrrha! Nay. And yet so like. Alas, beseech thee, lady Or goddess, for I think that such thou art, Who answering from the wood our sorrowing call Now to our sight appearest,—hast thou regard For her, whom thou so much resemblest, speak And tell us of thy pity if yet she lives 1368 Safe and unhurt, whom we have lost and mourn. _Th._ ’Tis vain to weep her, as ’twere vain to seek. Whom think ye that ye have lost? _Deid._ Pyrrha, my Pyrrha. As late we all fled frighted by a man, Who stole on us disguised, she stayed behind: For when we were got safe, she was not with us. So we returned to seek her; but alas! Our fear is turned to terror. Lady, see! This is her garment trampled on the ground.