Not ill content to vary the smooth scene,
And watch the warring elements; but this
Would little suit the silken garments and
Smooth faces of our festive friends. Say, Myrrha,
Art thou of those who dread the roar of clouds?
Myr. In my own country we respect their voices
As auguries of Jove.[]
Sar.Jove!—aye, your Baal—
Ours also has a property in thunder,550
And ever and anon some falling bolt