ACTUS PRIMUS
WOMEN.
Welcome, O welcome to the land,
Young heir of prophecy!
The arméd hand, the glittering brand,
The scabbard’s jewellery!
That wealth avails not: cast it down!
The sword alone may win the crown!
JASON.
Ye languish wretched in the tyrant’s rule?
WOMEN.
Most happy are we, King. But change is sweet.
JASON.
A short-lived omen of success to me.
WOMEN.
Nay, but adventure and the prophecy!
JASON.
I see I have but small support in you.
WOMEN.
Not so, great Jason! Had I suffered much,
My spirit had been broken to the scourge.
Now, being strong and happy, with what joy
I cry: Evohe! Revolution!
I have grown weary of this tiresome peace.
JASON.
I promise you intense unhappiness.
WOMEN,
Here is the ugly monster! Out! To think