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| Juno. | I think you'll see, Upon reflection, it belongs to me. I am the oldest. |
| Hebe. | "Crabbéd Age and Youth!" |
| Juno. | What's that you're mutt'ring? |
| Hebe. | Well, to say the truth, I don't see age should such a point decide. |
| Juno. | Doubtless you think that you ought to preside! Forward young hussy! |
| Hebe. | Pray don't call me names. You know I've never yet put forth such claims. It's true I'm used to handing round the wine; But,—a Chair-woman!—no that's not my line! |
| Minerva. | Hebe, my dear,—Within Olympus' portals There are no women,—they are vulgar mortals. If a "Great Power"—a Goddess—you would be; Learn wisdom—and your choice of words—from me. As for this question of the senior seat,— Since your Divinities have deigned to meet In my boudoir, I'll say but this alone,— I'll take the Chair,—on grounds that are my own. |
| Venus. | Grounds of your own!—but it's beyond a joke To seat yourself on grounds of other folk:— Alsace-Lorraine to wit! |
| Minerva. | An error vital! |
