Myself shall say ... Ay, 'Herakles' may help!
Give me,—I want the very words,—attend!"
He read. Then—"Murder 's out,—'There are no Gods,'
Man has no master, owns, by consequence,
No right, no wrong, except to please or plague!
His nature: what man likes be man's sole law
Still, since he likes Saperdion, honey, figs,
Man may reach freedom by your roundabout!
'Never believe yourselves the freer thence!
There are no gods, but there 's "Necessity,"—