Juppiter Tragoedus
Translated by Austin Morris Harmon
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The opening
Zeus Rants
HERMES What ails you, Zeus, in lone soliloquy To pace about all pale and scholar-like? Confide in me, take me to ease your toils: Scorn not the nonsense of a serving-man.
ATHENA Yea, thou sire of us all, son of Cronus, supreme among rulers, Here at thy knees I beseech it, the grey-eyed Tritogeneia: Speak thy thought, let it not lie hid in thy mind, let us know it. What is the care that consumeth thy heart and thy soul with its gnawing? Wherefore thy deep, deep groans, and the pallor that preys on thy features?
ZEUS There’s nothing dreadful to express in speech, No cruel hap, no stage catastrophe That I do not surpass a dozen lines!
ATHENA Apollo! what a prelude to your speech!
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