Charon.. Come along.
[He handles him with about that sort of kindness--and no more than enough of it--which you spend on a mangy cur. But then he stops.
What's that? Someone swimming my Styx. On the bank ... shaking himself. Momus, my half-brother.
[And on bounds Momus. He is the comic man, it's easy to see. Well, gods and godlings must be made to laugh sometimes, and since life is simple to them, they laugh at the simplest things. Walking is rather serious. So Momus never walks; he waddles, and they laugh at that. It is serious to stand straight. So he is always knock-kneed and bandy-legged, and they laugh like anything. And, as they never grow old, jokes never grow old to them and they never ask for new ones. So this is always Momus's welcome cry when he comes to make them laugh ...
Momus.. Yes ... here we are again.
Charon.. And in a nice state.
Momus.. Almost almighty Mercury, take me with you. I know why Psyche went ... she was as bored as I am. I can help you find her. For if she's up to mischief, I shall soon know where she is.
[Though he looks very, very funny as he pleads, Mercury shakes his head.
Don't go thinking because you're so clever, you can do better without a fool like me. Saturday afternoon it is. If, when Jupiter starts work on Monday, there's no one to draw the corks of the bottled lightning ... look out for trouble. Come along, too, Charon.
Charon.. I?