Nyssa the Bacchante enters

Chorus

Nyssa the Bacchante

Is wounded by Cupid's shaft.

Desire rises in her,

And she seeks its source.

Nyssa

What is this that come upon me?

I feel flushed with desire.

It is not wine that clouds my senses,

Nor the sacred dance.

I cannot serve here longer.

I must leave and seek relief!

Chorus

So Nyssa leaves the sacred grove.

Her flight is not unnoticed.

Aeschylus the satyr

Decides to seize the moment.

Aeschylus the satyr enters

Aeschylus

Nyssa - stay your flight!

Nyssa - look at me!

Nyssa - do you not desire

To place your lips on mine?

I am Aeschylus the satyr!

Give me what I desire!

Nyssa

I do not understand

That which comes upon me.

I see before me

A half-man half-beast.

His body it repels my mind,

But my flesh longs for his touch.

Yes, Aeschylus the satyr!

I shall give you what you desire!

Chorus

Satyr and nymph they couple

By Dionysus's grove.

But when the flush of lust is spent,

And Nyssa's sense recovers,

She realises what has been done

And feels naught but revulsion.

Nyssa

I feel his fur upon my flesh.

I feel his breath upon my breast.

What have I given this satyr?

What sorcery enslaved my mind?

I feel it stir again!

I must go and seek release!

Aeschylus and Nyssa exit