Have a most subtle sight. Trust your good cause.
Thy pitiful tale may move their righteous ire
Against your haughty-hearted persecutors,
And ’neath their wings they’ll shield you. The afflicted
Plead for themselves: their natural due is kindness.
Danaus.
Your worth we know to prize, and at their weight
Our high protector’s friendly words we value.
But send, we pray, attendant guides to show us
The pillar-compassed seats divine,[n33] the altars