Awaiting his wingéd son.
As the timid bird flees the threat'ning hawk,
And collects her scattered young;905
So the father watched till he saw his son
Plying his hands in the gulfing sea,
Enmeshed in his useless wings.
So does he stand in treacherous ways,
Whoever goes beyond the bounds
Ordained by nature's law.910
[Enter Messenger from within the palace.]