Argonauts

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Semi-chorus OF men. The prophecies are spoken in vain, The auguries vainly cast, Since twenty years of joyous reign In peace are overpast; And those who cursed our King's desires Are branded in the brow for liars. Semi-chorus OF women. We heard the aged prophet speak The doom of woe and fear. We wait with blanched and icy cheek The one-and-twentieth year For Justice lies, as seeds lie, dead, But lifts at last a Gorgon head! Men. What fear can reach our Thessaly? What war disturb our peace?