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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Io.
Say to the sorrowing one—who canst thou be,
Oh miserable thou, who dost acclaim
Such true discourse to miserable me?
Naming the Jove-impelled malady,
Which goads with furious sting, my strength down-sweeping;
And with the hungry scourges of whose leaping,
Urged wildly on, I sought this path.
Subdued by Juno's wily wrath?
Of those acquaint with misery,
Who, alas! are sad as I?
But, now what suffering waits me, plainly show;
And what, oh, what, the med'cine of my woe.
Speak to the wand'ring maid, if aught thou know.
Pro. And plainly will I speak whate'er thou wouldst;