Chorus.
It is not strange
That fear betray uneasiness.
King.
Methinks
The awe of Kings exceedeth evermore
All fears beside.
Chorus.
O cheer me with kind words!
And hearten me no less with gracious deeds.
King.
Nay, but 'tis not for long that thy good sire
Hath left thee. I too leave thee for a while,
But 'tis to call our folk together, make
The commons thy good friends; and teach thy father
How he should speak to them. Tarry meantime,
Therefore, and with thy prayers prevail upon
The gods of the land to grant thy heart's desire.
I will depart hence and make good my words.
Persuasion and fair fortune follow us.
[Exit Pelasgus. The Danaides descend on to the open lawn below the hill.]
Chorus.
King of Kings, among the Blest
In thy bliss the blessedest,
In thy power of all that are
Mighty, mightiest by far,
Happy Zeus, that prayer receive,
And the event our wish achieve.
Drive aloof the lusts of men;
