The Argonauts

ACTUS SECUNDUS ARGUS. True, Theseus—if he had but hit his thumb! CASTOR. Cease this fool’s talk. The moon waits not the work. POLLUX. The sun will sink no later for your pleasure. On to thy work, man. THESEUS, He that traps a lion And baits him for an hour, and lets him go, Does well to think before he tempt again The forest paths. HERACLES. The wise man wisely thinks That nothing is but wisdom—and myself Think strongly that no other thing exists But strength: so with his subtleties of mind He baffles me; and I lift up my club, And with one blow bespatter his wise brains. JASON. Ay, not for nothing did the darkness reign Those eight-and-forty hours, O Zeus-begot! THESEUS. Tell me, friend master, how the work goes on. When shall our gallant vessel breast the deep? When shall we see the sun sink o’er the poop, And look toward moonrise, and the land be lost,