IO

What does it profit me to live! Oh, why

Do I not throw myself from this rough crag

And in one leap rid me of all my pain?

Better to die at once than live, and all

My days be evil.

PROMETHEUS

Thou would'st find it hard

To bear what I must bear: for unto me

It is not given to die,-a dear release

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? learn how

These things shall be.

The tyrant's rod?

And fond imaginings.

IO

But how? Oh, speak,

If the declaring draw no evil down I

PROMETHEUS

A marriage he shall make shall vex him sore.

IO

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