Thethunderboomed，thelightningglared，thestorm-windsraged，thedelugepoureddown。Themimicroyaltyonthestage，withtheirsoakedsatinsclingingtotheirbodies，sloppedaboutankle-deepinwater，warblingtheirsweetestandbest，thefiddlersundertheeavesofthestatesawedawayfordearlife，withthecoldoverflowspoutingdownthebacksoftheirnecks，andthedryandhappyKingsatinhisloftyboxandworehisglovestoribbonsapplauding。
\"Moreyet!\"criedtheKing；\"moreyet——letlooseallthethunder，turnonallthewater!Iwillhangthemanthatraisesanumbrella!\"
Whenthismosttremendousandeffectivestormthathadeverbeenproducedinanytheaterwasatlastover，theKing\'sapprobationwasmeasureless。Hecried:
\"Magnificent，magnificent!ENCORE!Doitagain!\"
Butthemanagersucceededinpersuadinghimtorecalltheencore，andsaidthecompanywouldfeelsufficientlyrewardedandcomplimentedinthemerefactthattheencorewasdesiredbyhisMajesty，withoutfatiguinghimwitharepetitiontogratifytheirownvanity。