The Argonauts

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