PROMETHEUS BOUND
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Prometheus.
Why dost thou ask
What I may not declare?
Io.
And shall he quit
The throne of all the worlds, by a new spouse
Supplanted?
Prometheus.
She will bear to him a child,
And he shall be in might more excellent
Than his progenitor.
Io.
And he will find
No way to parry this, strong stroke of fate?
Prometheus.
None save my own self—when these bonds are loosed.
Io.
And who shall loose them if Zeus wills not?
Prometheus.
One
Of thine own seed.
Io.
How say'st thou? Shall a child
Of mine release thee?
Prometheus.
Son of thine, but son
The thirteenth generation shall beget.
Io.
A prophecy oracularly dark.
Prometheus.
Then seek not thou to know thine own fate.
