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ARGONAUTAE JASON. Iolchus’ King is here, in very truth. Where is the son of Tyro? MEN. Who art thou? JASON. Know me for Jason and great Aeson’s heir. MEN. We learn good news, most enviable sir; That Aeson hath such grand inheritance. JASON. You have grown fat beneath an evil rule. Your period is at hand. Go, one of you, And drag the impious wretch before my sight! MEN. Aeson? Thy father? JASON. Play not with my wrath! My mood is something dangerous. MEN. Dangerous sir, 1 go indeed, to bring some danger more Hither. JASON. Poltroonery dislikes t…
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…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 wea…
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ACTUS SECUNDUS Till the Three Worlds flicker and falter, And life and her love be dead! In mysterious joy Awake—and destroy! JASON. It is enough! HERACLES. Too great for a god’s strength! THESEUS. Speak! CASTOR. Change! Not to be borne! POLLUX. But this is death! ORPHEUS, Let the light fade. The oracle is past. JASON. The Voice is past. We are alive again. ORPHEUS. What spake That Silence? HERACLES. “This is not a quest Where strength availeth aught.” I shall not go. JASON. Nay, brother. The voice was: “The end is sorrow!”
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18 ARGONAUTAE Methinks that under cover of the night I may escape Aeetes. JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. meDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall come with us. JASON. Ah, not to Greece! Aea needs to-morrow’s king. MEDEA. “With us” I said. ‘To Greece ”—I said not. CHORUS. What is this? Thou hintest at some dangerous destiny. MEDEA. Come, love, to the long years of love with me! JASON. Form, heroes, and in solemn order stride; The…
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…CTUS PRIMUS 9 WOMEN. Ah, there’s a fine retort ! PELIAS. Goddesses speak and men list reverently. Could she not find a fitter messenger? JASON. Her cause is Jason’s. Jason therefore speaks. P PELIAS. Aha! A suppliant to our clemency! I did mistake the gesture and the sword Angrily gripped, the foot flung terribly Foremost, the fierce, constrainéd attitude. But—as a suppliant! Tell thy woeful tale, Sad youth! Some woman thou hast loved and lost? JASON. Thou hast robbed me of this kingdom. Thou hast kept My father (poor half-witted man!) a slave …
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… 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. …
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ACTUS QUARTUS 21 JASON, Those isles have faded: was this vision true? HERACLES. I know not what hath passed: I seem asleep Still, with the dream yet racing in my brain, THESEUS. There was a sweetness: whether sight or song I know not. JASON. But my veins grew strong and swollen, And madness came upon me. MEDEA. You are here, Let that suffice. Remember not! ORPHEUS. ; But now I see the haze lift on the water-way, And hidden headlands loom again. JASON. I know The pleasant portals. CHORUS. Here is home at last. ORPHEUS. The sunset comes: the mist…
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16 ARGONAUTAE Dreams lure not those who ply the sail Before, the home! behind, the gale! JASON. Ah! I am torn, I am torn! MEDEA. God’s poet, hail! Help us, Apollo! Light of Sun, awake! This is the desperate hour. JASON. I have no strength. MEDEA. Beware the third, the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And sa…
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…ove conquers death!” POLLUX. But I, “Regret not thou Thine immortality! Love conquers life!” ORPHEUS. A partial wisdom to a partial ear. JASON. But what speech came to thee? ORPHEUS. T heard no voice. ARGUS, What means this? Here’s my labour thrown away, My skill made jest of, all my wage destroyed At one fell stroke. JASON, What? Is the Argo burnt? ARGUS. Burnt! Should I then complain? The ship is finished. JASON. The Goddess, furious at thine absence, Argus, Hath frenzied thee with some delusion.
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8 ARGONAUTAE JASON. By much thought. To clamp the decks—— ARGUS. I stand with brows abashed. Thou art the master—build the ship thyself. JASON. Nay, but my knowledge is of mind alone. I cannot so apply it as to build An Argo. ARGUS. Yet I verily believe Such mind must pierce far deeper than these names, Seeking the very nature of the things Thou namest thus so pat. Perchance to thee These logs, nails, bolts, tools, have some life of sense, Some subtle language. Tell us what they say! THESEUS. ’Tis but a giber—leave the churl alone. JASON. Indee…
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…dly of Heaven! Unspoken treasure of the abodes Beyond the lightning levin! No misery, no despair may pay The joy to hold thee for a day! JASON. Athena’s servant recks not much of Ares. PELIAS, Are thine eyes kindled at the golden thought? JASON. * Mine eyes see farther than the Fleece of Gold. PELIAS. What heroes can attain so fair a thing? JASON. I have some friends who would esteem this quest
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…be so violent For justice, save in thine own cause, O boy? And wilt thou pity not the happy days And storm-unshatteréd abodes of Greece? JASON. Athena, who is Justice, also is Wisdom: and also “She who buildeth towns.” PELIAS. Think also, I am born of deity. I am inured to majesty; I know How venerable is the sight of kings, And how the serpent Treason writhes beneath The royal foot, conscious of its own shame, And how the Lion of Rebellion cowers Before the presence of a king unarmed, Quelled by one mild glance of authority. JASON. A king unju…
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…st behold The melting mirror of the ocean meet The crystallizing concave of the sky? ARGUS. All this shall happen when the work is done. JASON. How many moons, friend fool, before that day? ARGUS. These things are known not even to the Gods. Except the Father only. HERACLES. Fools must talk. ARGUS. I talk, divulging nothing. HERACLES. I strike thee, Yet act not. ARGUS. Hero, stay that heavy hand! The ship shall sail ere spring. THESEUS. But now you talk More as befits a workman to a king. JASON. Be gentle now, my friends! These shipbuilders, Re…
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ACTUS QUINTUS JASON. But what is this? A sword? I scorn a sword. I scorn a boy. Let none suppose me fearful! MEDEA. Give not back! MADNESS, It will be finer far to go away As those disdaining aught but their own love. MEDEA, Ay! let us leave these folk’s ingratitude; My husband! in thy love alone I rest. This splendour and this toil alike resume Our life from the long honeymoon of love We wish at heart. JASON. To Corinth! MEDEA. Creon bears The name of favourable to suppliants. ACASTUS. How virtue tames these tameless ones! To-day I am indeed a…
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… his arrogance As made him seem to scorn Athena. ARGUS. Thou! But see me, I am ruined. The good ship Is finished! Where’s my daily wage? JASON. Be sure I pay thee treble if thy tale be true. ARGUS. Ay! treble nothing! I shall buy a palace. JASON. Treble thine utmost wish. ARGUS. Two evils then Thou pilest on one good! But come and see! The Argo is discovered. CHORUS OF HEROES. By Wisdom framed from ancient days The stately Argo stands above; Too firm to fear, too great to praise, The might of bright Athena’s love! Oh! ship of glory! tread the f…
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…ugh divine From Orpheus’ wingéd lyre, exalt at all Our joy to joy, beyond all music’s power! CHORUS. I fear Aeetes and the Pelian guile. JASON. Fear is but failure, herald of distress! MEDEA, What virtue lives there in the coward’s heart? CHORUS. In sooth, I have no fear at all—to flee. JASON. Night, like a mist, steals softly from the East. The hand of darkness gathers up the folds Of day’s gold garment, and the valleys sink Into slow sadness, though the hills retain That brilliance for a little. CHORUS. Let us go! 17
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… mad indeed! Such nonsense we did never hear As this prophetic screed! More, as ’tis never like this land Should ever see an arméd hand. JASON. Where is the son of Tyro and Poseidon? MEN. Iolchus’ King has here a dwelling-place. WOMEN. See you the sword shake—and the iron hand Not shaking? The man’s mood is full of wrath. MEN. Peace, foolish! Were it so, we would not see. WOMEN. Ay me! this stranger seems most ominous. JASON. Where is the son of Tyro and Poseidon? MEN. This is the Palace-place of Pelias, Son of Poseidon, of Iolchus King.
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ACTUS QUARTUS MEDEA. I see a barren rock above the tides. JASON. I hear a sound like water whispering. MEDEA. I hear a harsh noise like some ancient crone Muttering curses. JASON. Now I hear a song. ’Tis like some shape of sleep that moans for joy, Some bridal sob of love! MEDEA. O Son of God! My poet, swiftly leap the live lyre forth! Else we are all enchanted—yet to me This song is nowise lovely. But in him I note the live look of the eyes leap up, And all his love for me forgotten straight At the mere echo of that tune. ORPHEUS. Hark, friend…