Neptune. Oh, stop! What a voice for a chap of your bulk!
'Tis as shrill as a file-squeak, and equally mellow.
Vulcan. Oh yes, you old Stentor, a big breezy bellow
Is your sole idea of a song.
Neptune (offering his 'baccy-box amicably). Have a quid?
Vulcan. I don't care if I do. But you know as a kid
After leaving Olympus——
Neptune. Ha! ha! A fair "chuck."
Poor Juno! She felt she was quite out of luck,
To bear such a skinny young dot-and-go-one.