Kronos [aloud, to himself].
I said to him, "If I am unwelcome, I can go." And he answered, "Pray don't discommode yourself." Just like that; very politely, "Don't discommode yourself." And now he drives us away after all.
Circe [flinging herself over to Kronos' knees].
Oh! Kronos, he does not drive you away! It is not he. It is our new enemies, not of our own race, that have driven us. And we are all here—Pallas, Ares, Phœbus—we are all here. You like Hermes,
do you not, Kronos? Well, Hermes is here, and he will amuse you.
Kronos.
I thought that Zeus had forgiven us. But never mind, never mind!
Rhea.
We are tired, Circe. And what does the new life matter to us now? The old life had run low, and we had long been prepared for mortality by the poverty of our immortality.
[Enter Hermes running.]