Enter Philomele
(She appears in the main room, her body trembling with anger, her words soft and low and dangerous as she speaks to someone who is no longer there.)
And they obey you? Look up to you? Have the men and women of Thrace seen you naked? Shall I tell them?
(Her words falter, suddenly, as she realizes she is no longer on the shore, and she whirls around, looking for some logical cause, or at the very least a familiar face.)
Niobe? Niobe, are you here?
(She pauses.)
Procne?
(She is growing frightened.)
. . . Tereus?
Typist: Philomele, from Timberlake Wertenbaker's play The Love of the Nightingale -- also known, in the original myth, as Philomela.
And they obey you? Look up to you? Have the men and women of Thrace seen you naked? Shall I tell them?
(Her words falter, suddenly, as she realizes she is no longer on the shore, and she whirls around, looking for some logical cause, or at the very least a familiar face.)
Niobe? Niobe, are you here?
(She pauses.)
Procne?
(She is growing frightened.)
. . . Tereus?
Typist: Philomele, from Timberlake Wertenbaker's play The Love of the Nightingale -- also known, in the original myth, as Philomela.