Zeus.
I can follow that—but it rather reminds me of the Old Poetry.
Priest.
It was intended to do so. What promptitude of mind! What divine penetration!
Zeus [affably].
I have always believed that if I had enjoyed leisure from public life, I should have excelled in my judgment of the fine arts. [To the Priest, with gravity.] You are a gifted young man. Be sure that you employ your talents with discretion. Such an intellect as yours carries responsibility with it. I shall be quite pleased to permit you to recite "The Rainbow" to me again. [The Priest prepares to recite it.]
Zeus.
Oh, not now! Some other time! [Graciously dismisses the Priest.]