Hermes Why so sad, Apollo? Apollo Alas, Hermes,—my love! Hermes Oh; that’s bad. What, are you still brooding over that affair of Daphne? Apollo No. I grieve for my beloved; the Laconian, the son of Oebalus. Hermes Hyacinth? he is not dead? Apollo Dead. Hermes Who killed him? Who could have the heart? That lovely boy! Apollo It was the work of my own hand. Hermes You must have been mad! Apollo Not mad; it was an accident. Hermes Oh? and how did it happen?