What means that warlike trumpet-blast without?
KING. Unhappy man, canst ask?
JASON. I do, my lord!
KING. The stroke that I so feared is fall'n at last.—
Before my palace gates a herald stands,
Sent hither from the Amphictyons' holy seat,
Seeking for news of thee and of thy wife,
Crying to Heaven the doom of banishment
On both!
JASON. This, too?
KING. So is it—. Peace, he comes.
[The palace doors swing open and a HERALD enters, followed by two trumpeters and, at a little distance, by a numerous suite.]
HERALD. The blessing of the gods upon this house!
KING (solemnly).
Who art thou? On what errand art thou come?