Chapter 14

_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!