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Rh . Hail to the master of heaven and earth!

. Enough, enough! I dispense with the formula.

. How he looks at me. Has he any suspicions? Let us flatter him. I must find his residence agreeable.

. What have you been doing for the last two weeks?

. I have been inhabiting the sombre lower regions. There we do not inhale, as here, odors of—

. Not so, sir! You have been residing in the suburbs of Thebes.

. What!

. And you have taken advantage of your power to abduct, through death, a woman from her husband.

. I, my lord?

. Dont deny! I know all.

. It is not true.

. Silence! When I speak, you must keep silent!

. My lord!

. I am not used to discussion. Before me all tremble! (Murmurs.) What is this?

. It don't seem as if these were cries of obedience or enthusiasm.

No more nectar!

That beverage

Sickens my stomach.

No ambrosia! Let these victuals

Be no more served to us.

A revolution among the gods!

On my soul. No better could occur.

They are right: it is fastidious!

That's the right stuff, comrades.

A sedition! Obedience is refused?

Yes, yes!

You loose the respect you owe to

Papa Piter! You refuse to savor of nectar and ambrosia?