Thestylis, if you have any love for your Hycon, then tomorrow when the rising day flashes from the sky, take your snowy goats to the vale of Demeter and — I beseech you — do not linger on the way. But when the sun grows to his greatest heat, come to the cave shadowed by arbutus sprays. I will enter it discreetly, bringing those gifts which Phyllis just now begged for herself — gifts worthy the Nymphs themselves. If you are wise you will come alone to this exquisite place.