Hermagoras Wherefore thus brooding, Zeus? wherefore apart,
And palely pacing, as Earth’s sages use? Let me thy counsel know, thy cares partake;
And find thy comfort in a faithful fool. Athene Cronides, lord of lords, and all our sire, I clasp thy knees; grant thou what I require;
A boon the lightning-eyed Tritonia asks:
Speak, rend the veil thy secret thought that masks;
Reveal what care thy mind within thee gnaws,
Blanches thy cheek, and this deep moaning draws, Zeus Speech hath no utterance of surpassing fear,
Tragedy holds no misery or woe,
But our divinest essence soon shall taste. Athene Alas, how dire a prelude to thy tale! Zeus O brood maleficent, teemed from Earth’s dark womb! And thou, Prometheus, how hast thou wrought me woe! Athene Possess us; are not we thine own familiars? Zeus With a whirr and a crash Let the levin-bolt dash—Ah, whither? Heracles A truce to your passion, Zeus. We have not these good people’s gift for farce or recitation; we have not swallowed Euripides whole, and cannot play up to you. Heracles Do you suppose we do not know how to account for your annoyance? Zeus Thou knowst not; else thy wailings had been loud. Heracles Don’t tell me; it’s a love affair; that’s what’s the matter with you. However, you won’t have any ‘wailings’
from me; I am too much hardened to neglect, I suppose you have discovered some new Danae or Semele or Europa whose charms are troubling you; and so you are meditating a transformation into a bull or satyr, or a descent through the roof into your beloved’s bosom as a shower of gold; all the symptoms—your groans and your tears and your white face—point to love and nothing else. Zeus Happy ignorance, that sees not what perils now forbid love and such toys! Heracles Is your name Zeus, or not? and, if so, what else can possibly annoy you but love?