What a beautiful globe of light it is become.
BELPHEGOR.
Several worlds revolve round it at different distances, and to one of them we are going.
RECAB.
Take care, Belphegor; do you see what is coming? A great world is rushing towards us.
BELPHEGOR.
Do not fear; it will do us no harm. That is the planet the most distant from this sun. It is accompanied by six smaller globes, which glide very prettily round the large one.
RECAB.
Very prettily, perhaps, but I should like to be out of their way.