But where is Olympus? I hardly know you. [Gazing blankly about him.] Are you my children? You [to Pallas] gaze
at me with eyes like those I hated most.
Eros.
Whose eyes, father and king?
Zeus.
I will not say. Are you sure [to Poseidon] that is not a vulture? I am torn, see, here under my beard, by a thorn. I can feel pain at last, I, who could only inflict it.
Eros.
Pallas has something in a box——
Zeus [vehemently].
There is nothing in any box, there is nothing in any island, there is nothing in all the empty caskets of this world which can give me any happiness. Is it in this shanty that we must live? Lead me on, Ganymede,