it. [The gods in silence signify their assent.]
Zeus [not replying to Heracles].
When we fled hither from the consuming malignity of the traitor, it was communicated to me that this island on the very uttermost border of the world was left us as a home from which we should never be dislodged. Here we were to dwell in peace, and here ... to grow old, and ... die. Here, in the meantime, new interests, humble wishes, cheerful curiosities have already twined about us, and we have gazed upon Pandora's jewel, and are no more the same.
Persephone.
Are we to be driven hence still farther towards the confines of immensity, father?
Zeus.
I know not.
Kronos.
More journeys, more weary, weary journeys?