You, Mercury, go see who it is, and know what he wants.

Mercury looked out at heaven's trapdoor, through which, as I am told, they hear what is said here below.

By the way, one might well enough mistake it for the scuttle of a ship; though Icaromenippus said it was like the mouth of a well.

The light-heeled deity saw that it was honest Tom, who asked for his lost hatchet; and accordingly he made his report to the synod.

Marry, said Jupiter, we are finely helped up, as if we had now nothing else to do here but to restore lost hatchets.