(Business.—Bowing him to door, and pushes him outside shop.)
Aug. Awfully rude, don’t you know!
[Goes off, R. U. E.
Alph. She’s ruining my trade! Ah, I see it all! She’s got wild—she’s disgusted at my shaving people! Hooray!
Venus. Where is that wretched mortal who dared to slay my dove? Bring him forth! Where is he who dares to slay the only thing on earth I love since all are taken from me? Ah, where is Vulcan?
Alph. I don’t know! Have you tried the pub opposite!
Venus. Your words are empty. Where are my children—Cupid, Æneas? Where is Mars?
Alph. I’ll have a look in the time table. I fancy it’s by Greenwich.
Venus. Ah, where is the Cyprian youth Adonis, who was so famed for his beauty? Where is he? Speak! Where is he?
Alph. (Annoyed.) How the devil do I know?