Tel.Good-morrow, lords.
Eur.I prithee
What mean those axes planted in the court?
They mock my judgment.
ANTINOUS.
Now I have wagered, prince,
They are set to root: the bronze is out of date;
They shall be grafted in the spring with iron.
Tel. The pleasantry is happier than the wager.
This being Apollo’s feast-day, ’tis proposed