decorum. Where is my throne? Where is my thunder? I want my Sunday thunder, to appear in all my glory. (Great flutter. Throne and thunder are handed to him.) Venus, here to my right. Diana, to my left.
Pl. And I.
Ju. You stay there on the prisoner's dock!
Jun. And I.
Ju. You . . . . where you like . . . . in the arms of Mars. You will make a fine tableau. Perfect! It is well grouped thus.
Pl. Let them penetrate!
Ju. No. Let them in!
Pl. How peevish! (Mercury exit and returns with Orpheus and Public Opinion.)
SCENE VII.
THE SAME AND ORPHEUS AND PUBLIC OPINION.
FINALE.
ALL.
He approaches! he advances!
There he is; it is he!
I shall defend you,
Unfortunate husband!
Pl.He approaches! he advances!
There he is; it is he!
Ah! indeed I commence
To find time rather tedious here.
Or.(to Public Opinion.) Against my will I advance;
I feel really all in a flutter;
And indeed I commence
To find time rather tedious here.
Op.Approach! advance, advance!
You must obey me,
Else fear my vengeance;
It is threatening thy head.
Ju.,(to Orpheus.) What would thou, feeble mortal?
Op.,(to Orpheus.) Now is the solemn moment!
Thou shalt with melting voice
Implore great Jupiter
For the right of snatching from below
Thy beloved and tender wife!
