The vengeful ire I recognize
Of thy dread consort who subdues the skies.
For still the tempest raves amain
After the hurricane.
Antistrophe VIII.
Then how may Zeus be free
From righteous obloquy,
The offspring slighting, scion of his race, 160
Whom erst the heifer bare,
If now he hide his face
From us who seek his grace?
Nay, but on high may he attend our prayer!
Oh Zeus, for Io's sake
The wrath of heaven, alas, doth us o'ertake;
The vengeful ire I recognize
Of thy dread consort who subdues the skies.
For still the tempest raves amain 170
After the hurricane.
Danaos.
Needful is prudence, children.—Ye have come
With prudent sire, this trusty pilot old,
And taking forethought also here ashore
I charge you guard my words, well tableted.—
Dust, voiceless herald of a host, I see;—
The wheel-naves keep not silence, axle-driven;—
And now a shielded band with brandished spears,
With steeds and curved chariots, I descry.—
Perchance the rulers of this land, apprized 180
