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,