Go thou and worship; fold thy hands in prayer,
And be the dog that licks the foot of power!
Nothing care I for Zeus; yea, less than naught!
Let him do what he will, and sway the world
His little hour; he has not long to lord it
The upstart tyrant's lacquey! He'll bring news,
A message, never doubt it, from his master.
Hermes. You, the sophistical rogue, the heart of gall,