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  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!