Aeschylus the satyr enters

Chorus

We see before us

Dionysus's grove,

Where the sacred wine flows

And the maidens dance.

The sound of revels

Fills the air.

All rejoice - except for one!

Aeschylus the satyr

Watches from afar;

His lust enflamed

By what he sees.

Aeschylus

The scent of wine taunts me.

The sound of the lyre haunts me.

The nymphs they dance before me.

There is one whom I desire:

Nyssa the Bacchante!

I watch her dance,

Her body moving,

As she cavorts.

The sight of her

Blinds me to all else.

Pour the wine for me, Nyssa.

Fill my overflowing cup.

Do not taunt me Nyssa.

Give me what I desire.

Chorus

But Nyssa does not want him.

She has spurned his love before.

And so Aeschylus, in his despair,

Calls upon the gods.

Aeschylus

Oh gods, what would I give

To feel the touch of Nyssa.

What price would I not pay,

To feel her lips on mine.

Oh gods I call upon you!

Give me what I desire!

Chorus

The gods hear Aeschylus!

They send one to his side.

Son of Aphrodite!

Cupid with his bow.

Enter Cupid

Cupid

Aeschylus the satyr!

The gods have heard your cry!

I, Cupid stand before you,

To give you your desire.

Aeschylus

Nyssa the Bacchante!

She dances in the grove.

I desire her, Cupid.

I beg you -

Shoot her with your bow.

Chorus

So Cupid takes his bow

And nocks a golden shaft.

It flies straight and true.

Nyssa the Bacchante

Is wounded in her heart.

Aeschylus

Lord Cupid - how do I thank you,

for what you have done for me?

Cupid

I need no thanks Aeschylus.

Go - take what you desire.

Cupid and Aeschylus exit