CLI. (_aside_). His head is more perplexed than mine. SOS. (_believing himself alone_). My heart! my heart! to what have you brought me? CLI. Your servant, my Lord Sostratus! SOS. Where are you going, Clitidas? CLI. Rather tell me what you are doing here? And what secret melancholy, what gloomy sorrow, can keep you in these woods when all are gone in crowds to the magnificent festival which the Prince Iphicrates has just given upon the sea to the princesses. There they are treated to wonderful music and dancing, and even the rocks and the waves deck themselves with divinities to do homage to their beauty. SOS. I can fancy all this magnificence, and as there are generally so many people to cause confusion at these festivals, I did not care to increase the number of unwelcome guests. CLI. You know that your presence never spoils anything, and that you are never in the way wherever you go. Your face is welcome everywhere, and is not one of those ill-favoured countenances which are never well received by sovereigns. You are equally in favour with both princesses, and the mother and the daughter show plainly enough the regard they have for you; so that you need not fear to be accounted troublesome. In short, it was not this fear that kept you away. SOS. I acknowledge that I have no inclination for such things. CLI. Oh indeed! Yet, although we may not care to see things, we like to go where we find everybody else; and whatever you may say, people do not, during a festival, stop all alone among the trees to dream moodily as you do, unless they have something to disturb their minds. SOS. Why? What do you think could disturb my mind? CLI. Well, I can't say; but there is a strong scent of love about here, and I am sure it does not come from me, and it must come from you. SOS. How absurd you are, Clitidas! CLI. Not so absurd as you would make out. You are in love; I have a delicate nose, and I smelt it directly. SOS. What can possibly make you think so? CLI. What? I daresay you would be very much surprised if I were to tell you besides with whom you are in love. SOS. I? CLI. Yes; I wager that I will guess presently whom you love. I have some secrets, as well as our astrologer with whom the Princess Aristione is so infatuated; and if his science makes him read in the stars the fate of men, I have the science of reading in the eyes of people the names of those they love. Hold up your head a little, and open your eyes wide. _E_, by itself, _E; r, i, ri, Eri; p, h, y, phy, Eriphy; l, e, le, Eriphyle_. You are in love with the Princess Eriphyle. SOS. Ah! Clitidas, I cannot conceal my trouble from you, and you crush me with this blow. CLI. You see how clever I am! SOS. Alas! if anything has revealed to you the secret of my heart, I beseech you to tell it to no one; and, above all things, to keep it secret from the fair princess whose name you have just mentioned.