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AESCHYLUS
From pain; but now of suffering there is
No end in sight till Zeus shall fall.
Io.
And shall
Zeus fall? His power be taken from him?—
No matter when if true—
Prometheus.
'Twould make thee happy
Methinks, if thou could'st see calamity
Whelm him.
Io.
How should it not when all my woes
Are of his sending?
Prometheus.
Well, then, thou may'st learn how
These things shall be.
Io.
Oh, who will snatch away
The tyrant's rod?
Prometheus.
Himself by his own vain
And fond imaginings.
Io.
But how? Oh, speak,—
If the declaring draw no evil down!
Prometheus.
A marriage he shall make shall vex him sore.
Io.
A marriage? Whether of gods or mortals? Speak!
If this be utterable!
