Thou king of Pelasgians, hear me!
Like a heifer young by the wolf pursued[n29]
O’er the rocks so cliffy and lonely,
And loudly it lows to the herdsman good,
Whose strength can save it only.
King.
My eyes are tasked; there, ’neath the shielding shade
Of fresh-lopt branches I behold you clinging
To these Agonian gods; but what I do
Must spare the state from harm. I must provide