Are coming to attend their father’s state, 35
And new-intrusted sceptre. But their way
Lies through [the perplexed paths of this drear wood],
The nodding horror of those shady brows
Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger;
And here their tender age might suffer peril, 40
But that, by quick command from [sovran] Jove,
I was despatched for their defence and guard!
And listen why; for I will tell you now
What never yet was heard in tale or song,