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24 . There is only one way not to throw off suspicion. I must return to the fete given by the idiot Pluto, meet me there under disguise, and when they will all be engrossed by the festivities, mix with my colleagues and I will fly with you.

. The gods will what woman wills. Yours, Jupiter, forever! (Exit)

. In one hour! Oh! I am a happy insect, (buzzing around.) (John enters with a flask in his hand.)

. (Running after Jupiter as if trying to catch a fly.) Fly! fly! (Jupiter escapes—John comes to the footlights and sings with sentiment:)

Were I still king of Beotia!

. (All excited enters from the back room.) Where is the fly? John have you seen the fly?

., (wondering.) The fly; which fly?

. Jupiter, whom smart little Cupido has recognized under the disguise of a fly!

. Jupiter? (Sings)

Were I still king of Beotia!

. What has become of Eurydicea?

. Eurydicea? (Goes on singing:)

I had subjects and soldiers

. Look at me a little ah! scoundrel, he has drank again and in the meanwhile he has allowed the other one here  John, my dear John  It is I, Pluto, thy good master  Oh! the blackguard! Remember, remember—on thine own ashes the key of the park at least  the key of the park

., (singing:)

But some day losing my life

. Perhaps were I to speak with him some other language he might remember Ricordati! memento  Rappelle-toi  myosotis!  vergiss mein nicht!