O hear my prayer enthroned in loftiest state above!
For well, too well, we know
What wrath divine scourged ancient Io, wailing
Beneath thy consort’s anger heaven-scaling;
And even so,
On Io’s seed may blow
A buffeting blast from her of black despairful woe.
Enter Danaus.
Danaus.
Be wise, my daughters. In no rash flight with me,