_1st Serv_.
Heavens, what a cloud! as big as Aetna! There!
That gust blew stormy. Take Juno by the head,
I'll stand by Neptune. Take her head, I say;
We'll have enough to do, if it should lighten.

_2nd Serv_.
Such drops! That's the first of it. I declare
She spreads her nostrils and looks wild already,
As if she smelt it coming. I wish we were
Under some roof or other. I fear this business
Is not of the right sort.

_1st Serv_.
He looked as black
As if he too had lightning in his bosom.
There! Down, you brute! Mind the pole, Beppo!


SCENE VI.--_Julian's room. JULIAN standing at the window, his face
pressed against a pane. Storm and gathering darkness without_.

_Julian_.
Plague on the lamp! 'tis gone--no, there it flares!
I wish the wind would leave or blow it out.
Heavens! how it thunders! This terrific storm
Will either cow or harden him. I'm blind!
That lightning! Oh, let me see again, lest he
Should enter in the dark! I cannot bear