Venus. Ah, I remember! the beautiful youth, alas—alas!
Alph. (Aside.) The beautiful youth, alas! She’s off her nut!
Venus. Was he not gored to death by a wild boar?
Alph. How do I know? He might have been run over by a steam-roller for all I know!
Venus. Knew you my husband?
Alph. No, I wish I did; I’d send him a wire.
Venus. I am the wife of Vulcan, who was the son of Jupiter and Juno.
Alph. How Juno?
Venus. He was a god of fire, and presided over the workers of metal. His workshop was under Mount Etna, where, assisted by the Cyclops, he forged thunderbolts for Jove.