Yea; but lay bare thy heart. For this land's sake
Thou comest, not for Hellas?
Pallas.
I would make
Mine ancient enemies laugh for joy, and bring
On these Greek ships a bitter homecoming.
Poseidon.
Swift is thy spirit's path, and strange withal,
And hot thy love and hate, where'er they fall.
Pallas.
A deadly wrong they did me, yea within
Mine holy place: thou knowest?
Poseidon.
I know the sin
Of Ajax, when he cast Cassandra down . . .