announces to the congregated Powers of Heaven the coming of the incarnation of
That fatal Child, the terror of the earth,
Who waits but till the destined Hour arrive,
Bearing from Demogorgon's vacant throne
The dreadful might of ever-living limbs
Which clothed that awful Spirit unbeheld,
to redescend and trample out the insurrectionary Soul of Man; the Child of himself and Thetis,
Two mighty Spirits, mingling, made a third Mightier than either.
He hears the approach of the awaited Incarnation, the thunder of the fiery wheels griding the winds; he shouts:—
Feelest thou not, O World!
The earthquake of his chariot thundering up
Olympus?
Yet on the arrival of Demogorgon he cries, "Awful Shape, what art thou? Speak!" It is barely possible to conceive that Demogorgon in his actual Apparition was more tremendous and awful than the Incarnation which Jupiter expected. Why, then, this question? Dramatically it may be justified by either of two contrary reasons: Jupiter, still exultant, still assured of complete triumph, calls for glorious (or éclatanté) confirmation of his boasts to the assembled Deities; or Jupiter, thrilled suddenly with fateful presentiments of catastrophe, divining inexplicable hostility where he looked for irresistible reinforcement, cries in real astonishment underheaved by vague terror: the student must decide which by his own dramatic instinct.
(c) In the opening of Act IV. Ione questions, "What
