ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE. 49
What’s that? Good heavens!
[ The tune is continued with increased violence.
Help! Be quiet! Mercy!

(Holding his ears.) He does n’t seem inclined to— Vice versy.
Oh dear! (Runs to window.) Be off!

 

Orp. (Outside.) I shan’t.
PLU. Leave off!
ORP. I won’t.

[The tune increases in loudness; the agony of PLUTO in
intensity.

Priv. What’s to be done? it’s getting louder.
(With a yell of anguish.) Don’t!