In. O that I knew where I might counsel find,
That one were sent, nay, were’t the least of all
The myriad messengers of heaven, to me! 662
One that should say ’This morn I stood with Zeus,
He hath heard thy prayer and sent me: ask a boon,
What thing thou wilt, it shall be given thee.’
Pr. What wouldst thou say to such a messenger?
In. No need to ask then what I now might ask,
How ’tis the gods, if they have care for mortals,
Slubber our worst necessities—and the boon,