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[The terrace, as in the first scene; Zeus enters from the house, conducted by Hebe and several of the lesser divinities.]
Hebe.
Will your Majesty be pleased to descend to the lower boskage?
Zeus.
No! Place my throne here, out of the wind, in the sun, which seems to have very little fire left in it, but some pleasant light still. The sea down there is bright again to-day; the carrying of our unfortunate person upon its surface was probably the source of immense alarm to it. It quaked and blackened continuously. Now
we are removed, it regains something of its normal quiescence. I trust that the land hereabouts is dowered with a less painful susceptibility.