Zeus Why, what a memory you have for these little outings of mine!—Now, my idea about Ixion is this. It would never do to punish him, or to exclude him from our table; that would not look well. No; as he is so fond of you, so hard hit—even to weeping point, you tell me,— Hera Zeus! What are you going to say? Zeus Don’t be alarmed. Let us make a cloud-phantom in your likeness, and after dinner, as he lies awake (which of course he will do, being in love), let us take it and lay it by his side. Twill put him out of his pain: he will fancy he has attained his desire. Hera Never! The presumptuous villain! Zeus Yes, I know. But what harm can it do to you, if Ixion makes a conquest of a cloud?