Venus. Have a care. Being so young and handsome as thou art I pity thee! Do nothing rash—pause ere you rouse the fearful ire of Venus!
Alph. If it’s all the same to you I’d rather not.
Venus. I leave you, then. Use the time I give you well in thinking of my words, till I come again.
Alph. (Aside.) I’ll move to-morrow!
Venus. For the present, farewell!
Alph. (Pleased.) Oh, she’s going at last! (Aloud.) Shall I call a four wheeler?
(Opens door.)
Venus. Fool, I am not going to leave thy palace, I am going to take an aerial flight! I shall leave my statue with you here, while my inmost soul soars on high in Cyprus.
Alph. (Excited.) Oh, what shall I do? I sha’n’t be able to move her. Look here, Mrs. Venus, I——
Venus. (Backing up stage to window.) No more words! Farewell for the present!