ACTUS SECUNDUS
JASON.
He who speaks much and bitterly at last
Lays himself open to retort. I think
I never heard such contradictions fly
As when men talk of gods—that never were!
ARGUS.
Thou wouldst do better to leave men alone.
The wisest talk is folly when work waits.
Look! how these sturdy villains gape around,
Fling down their task, and hang upon the words
That flow like nectar from your majesty.
CASTOR.
In truth, my friend, if you would wear your crown
This side of Orcus, you should go away.
POLLUX.
Ay! let the men work! For a mind as yours
Is good, and skill as theirs is also good.
CASTOR.
But mix the manual and the mental—well,
No ship was built by pure philosophy.
POLLUX.
Nor yet designed by artisans.
JASON.
Enough
Come, great Alcides, it is time to go.
ARGUS.
A fool allows a moment’s irritation