HINA. 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
centaur gave a shrill cry, wept and lamented, and galloped away.

SECOND MAN. No. It was a white unicorn who lived in the cave. When it
saw the hermit coming the unicorn knelt down and worshipped him. Many
people saw it worshipping him.

FIRST MAN. I have talked with people who saw it.

. . . . .

SECOND MAN. Some say he was a hewer of wood and worked for hire. But
that may not be true.

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MYRRHINA. What gods then do ye worship? Or do ye worship any gods?
There are those who have no gods to worship. The philosophers who wear
long beards and brown cloaks have no gods to worship. They wrangle with
each other in the porticoes. The [ ] laugh at them.

FIRST MAN. We worship seven gods. We may not tell their names. It is a
very dangerous thing to tell the names of the gods. No one should ever
tell the name of his god. Even the priests who praise the gods all day
long, and eat of their food with them, do not call them by their right
names.

MYRRHINA. Where are these gods ye worship?

FIRST MAN. We hide them in the folds of our tunics. We do not show them
to any one. If we showed them to any one they might leave us.

MYRRHINA. Where did ye meet with them?

FIRST MAN. They were given to us by an embalmer of the dead who had
found them in a tomb. We served him for seven years.

MYRRHINA. The dead are terrible. I am afraid of Death.

FIRST MAN. Death is not a god. He is only the servant of the gods.

MYRRHINA. He is the only god I am afraid of. Ye have seen many of the
gods?

FIRST MAN. We have seen many of them. One sees them chiefly at night
time. They pass one by very s