_Doris. Thetis_
_Dor_. Crying, dear?
_The_. Oh, Doris, I have just seen a lovely girl thrown into a chest by
her father, and her little baby with her; and he gave the chest to some
sailors, and told them, as soon as they were far enough from the shore,
to drop it into the water; he meant them to be drowned, poor things.
_Dor_. Oh, sister, but why? What was it all about? Did you hear?
_The_. Her father, Acrisius, wanted to keep her from marrying. And, as
she was so pretty, he shut her up in an iron room. And—I don't know
whether it's true—but they say that Zeus turned himself into gold, and
came showering down through the roof, and she caught the gold in her
lap,—and it was Zeus all the time. And then her father found out about
it—he is a horrid, jealous old man—and he was furious, and thought she
had been receiving a lover; and he put her into the chest, the moment
the child was born.
_Dor_. And what did she do then?
_The_. She never said a word against her own sentence; _she_ was ready
to submit: but she pleaded hard for the child's life, and cried, and
held him up for his grandfather to see; and there was the sweet babe,
that thought no harm, smiling at the waves. I am beginning again, at
the mere remembrance of it.
_Dor_. You make me cry, too. And is it all over?
_The_. No; the chest has carried them safely so far; it is by Seriphus.
_Dor_. Then why should we not save them? We can put the chest into
those fishermen's nets, look; and then of course they will be hauled
in, and come safe to shore.
_The_. The very thing. She shall not die; nor the child, sweet
treasure!