Julia is weeping because she afraid that I will be seduced by the siren I’ve heard in the woods.
In her upset, she goes and takes a seashell from a treasure box. Then she sings into it in her pure, beautiful voice.
She gives the shell to me and tells me to put it to my ear the next time I hear the siren singing. “It might save you from drowning!” she says.
When she leaves me, she is still shaken, still certain that I will not be able to resist the siren on my own.
Oh, queen of my soul, why do you have so little faith in me?