Avert these omens, all ye pow'rs! Some god averse our holy rites controls; O'erwhelm'd with sudden night the day expires, Ill-boding thunder on the right hand rolls, And Jove himself descends in show'rs To quench our late propitious fires.
[Flames are rekindled on the altar.]
13. Accompagnato
[Cadmus] Again auspicious flashes rise, Juno accepts our sacrifice.
[The fire is again extinguished.]
Again the sickly flame decaying dies: Juno assents, but angry Jove denies.