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1904 · PDF PAGE 99

The Argonauts

ARES.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 97

The Argonauts

ARGONAUTAE ACTUS QUINTUS ARES

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1904 · PDF PAGE 121

The Argonauts

ACTUS QUINTUS 23 Of very Time, and plunge success False winged into sure-foot distress! Hail to black Ares! Warrior, hail! Thou glory of the shining sword! What proven armour may avail Against the vengeance of the Lord? Athena’s favour must withdraw Before the justice of thy law! Hail to the Lord of glittering spears The monarch of the mighty name, The Master of ten thousand Fears Whose sword is as a scarlet flame! Hail to black Ares! Wild and pale The echo answers me: All Hail! EXPLICIT ACTUS QUINTUS. CHISWICK PRESS: PRINTED BY CHARLES WHITTIN…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 23

The Argonauts

…The dragon lifts his nostrils wide And jets a spout of fire; The warrior questing turns aside, Not daring to desire; And Madness born of Ares lurks Behind the wonder of his works. Be sure that were the woodland way Tracked snakewise to the core, The dragon slain or driven away, The good Fleece won by war, Not yet should Ares sink his spear, Or fail of flinging forth a fear. The torch of Madness should be lit, And follow him afar;

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1904 · PDF PAGE 120

The Argonauts

22 ARGONAUTAE The work is done. Let miracle inspire- Tolchian voices to the holy hymn, Praise to black Ares, echo of this doom. CHORUS. So fearful is the wrath divine, That once aroused it shall not sleep, Though prostrate slaves before the shrine Pray, praise, do sacrifice, and weep. Ten generations following past Shall not exhaust the curse at last. From father unto son it flees, An awful heritage of woe. Wives feel its cancerous prodigies Invade their wombs; the children know The inexpiable word, exhaust Not by a tenfold holocaust. Thus let …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 101

The Argonauts

…RGONAUTAE. ACTUS QUINTUS. Jason, MEpEA, Pexias, Acastus, ALCESTIS and her Sisters, MADNESS. Scene: Zhe Palace at Lolchus. MADNESS. Black Ares hath called Me forth from the deep! Blind and appalled, Shall the palace high-walled Shake as I leap Over the granite, The marble over, One step to span it, One flight to hover, Like a moon round a planet, A dream round a lover! How shall I come? Shrieking and yelling?

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1904 · PDF PAGE 102

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…g? Silently striding, Whispering terror Into their ears; Watching, abiding, Madness and error, Brooder of fears! Thus will I bring Black Ares to honour, Draw the black sting Of the serpent upon her! How foolish to fight With the warrior God Who brings victory bright Or defeat with a nod, Who standeth to smite With a spear and a rod! Here is the woman, Thinking no evil, Wielding the human By might of a devil! But I will mock her With cunning design In my malice lock her. The doom is divine! MEDEA. Ai! Ai! This rankles sorely in my mind

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1904 · PDF PAGE 119

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…r love: until the house Perish in uttermost red ruin. CHORUS. Bah! Speared wild-cats bravely spit! JASON. To Creon, come! MADNESS. Black Ares hath chosen Me wisely, to send A doom deep-frozen From now to the end. Never the curse Shall pass from the house, But gather a worse Hate for a spouse. The lovers are better Escaped from my toils Than these in the fetter Of the golden spoils. Yet still lies a doom For the royal lovers. Time bears in her womb That darkness covers A terror, and waits The hour that is Fate’s. 2

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…me Despair and Strife Lie in his bosom for a wife! But oh, the glory of the quest, The gainless goodly prize! The fairest form man e’er caressed, The word he heard most wise ;— All lures of life avoid and cease Before the winning of the Fleece! O nameless splendour of the Gods, Begotten hardly 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 s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 22

The Argonauts

…e: seek thou Aea’s isle, And hang this trophy on our temple walls! JASON. Tell me what is this fleece. PELIAS. Let women sing. WOMEN. In Ares’ grove, the sworded trees, The world’s heart wondering, Hangs evermore the Golden Fleece, The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast, Such glamour as befits a ghost.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 118

The Argonauts

…AE SEMICHORUS I. His patience shows as something marvellous. SEMICHORUS 2. Virtue takes insult from the fortuneless. MEDEA. The curse of Ares dog you into Hades! I have my reasons [doubtfully] ay, my reasons plain! Going, not forced. CHORUS. Yet going—that is good! JASON, To Corinth! Bride of my own heart, Medea, Well hast thou put thy power off for the time Preferring love to pomp, and peace to revel. MEDEA. And the soft cushions of the moss-grown trees To royal pillows, and the moon’s young light To gaudy lamps of antique workmanship— JASON. …

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The Argonauts

14 ARGONAUTAE Thus, stepping ever proud and calm, he went Unto the grove of Ares, where the worm, Huge in his hatred, guarded all. But now Sunk in some stupor, surely sent of Zeus, He stirred not. Stepping delicately past The dragon, then came Jason to the grove And saw what tree umbrageous bore the fruit That he had saddened for so long. And he, Rending the branches of that wizard Oak, With a strong grasp tore down the Fleece of Gold. Then came a voice: ‘Woe, woe! <Aea’s isle! The glory is departed!” And a voice Answered it “Woe!” Then Jason s…

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