18 ARGONAUTAE
ACASTUS.
Enough of this!
It is the malice of that sorceress
Disguised—she well knows how.
CHORUS.
Thus, thus it is!
We know the witch’s cunning.
JASON.
Dogs and fools!
For this ye die.
MADNESS.
Nobility and love
Urge my own sanction to support the wife!
JASON.
I bade my queen prepare this spell. Disputes
Your arrogance my kingship?
ACASTUS.
Ay, indeed!
Now justice turns against thee, fickle jade
As fortune. Mine is a boy’s arm, but I
Advance against thee an impervious blade,
And give thee in thy throat and teeth the lie!
JASON.
Boy’s bluster!
MADNESS.
Justice will be satisfied.
It will be best to flee!