Yet stay, that I may scan the highway first,
Lest on the path some citizen appear,
And scandal light—for me, the thrall, ’twere naught,—
On thee, the princess.
[Way’s translation.]
Again, when they are ready to withdraw, the approach of the chorus reinforces the same motive (see [p. 93, n. 1], above):
Daughter, pass in....
Lo, to the royal halls a woman-throng
Comes, ...