Æschylos Tragedies and Fragments. Aeschylus

      And still his waxened reed-pipe soundeth clear

      A soft and slumberous strain;

      O heavens! O ye Gods!

      Whither do these long wanderings lead me on?

      For what offence, O son of Cronos, what,

      Hast thou thus bound me fast

      In these great miseries?

      Ah me! ah me!

      And why with terror of the gadfly's sting

      Dost thou thus vex me, frenzied in my soul?

      Burn me with fire, or bury me in earth,

      Or to wild sea-beasts give me as a prey:

      Nay, grudge me not, O King,

      An answer to my prayers:

      Enough my many-wandered wanderings

      Have exercised my soul,

      Nor have I power to learn

      How to avert the woe.

      (To Prometheus.) Hear'st thou the voice of maiden crowned with horns?

      Prom. Surely I heard the maid by gadfly driven,

      Daughter of Inachos, who warmed the heart

      Of Zeus with love, and now through Hera's hate

      Is tried, perforce, with wanderings over-long?

      Io. How is it that thou speak'st my father's name?

      Tell me, the suffering one,

      Who art thou, who, poor wretch,

      Who thus so truly nam'st me miserable,

      And tell'st the plague from Heaven,

      Which with its haunting stings

      Wears me to death? Ah woe!

      And I with famished and unseemly bounds

      Rush madly, driven by Hera's jealous craft.

      Ah, who of all that suffer, born to woe,

      Have trouble like the pain that I endure?

      But thou, make clear to me,

      What yet for me remains,

      What remedy, what healing for my pangs.

      Show me, if thou dost know:

      Speak out and tell to me,

      The maid by wanderings vexed.

      Prom. I will say plainly all thou seek'st to know;

      Not in dark tangled riddles, but plain speech,

      As it is meet that friends to friends should speak;

      Thou see'st Prometheus who gave fire to men.

      Io. O thou to men as benefactor known,

      Why, poor Prometheus, sufferest thou this pain?

      Prom. I have but now mine own woes ceased to wail.

      Io. Wilt thou not then bestow this boon on me?

      Prom. Say what thou seek'st, for I will tell thee all.

      Io. Tell me, who fettered thee in this ravine?

      Prom. The counsel was of Zeus, the hand Hephæstos'.

      Io. Of what offence dost thou the forfeit pay?

      Prom. Thus much alone am I content to tell.

      Io. Tell me, at least, besides, what end shall come

      To my drear wanderings; when the time shall be.

      Prom. Not to know this is better than to know.

      Io. Nay, hide not from me what I have to bear.

      Prom. It is not that I grudge the boon to thee.

      Io. Why then delayest thou to tell the whole?

      Prom. Not from ill will, but loth to vex thy soul.

      Io. Nay, care thou not beyond what pleases me.

      Prom. If thou desire it I must speak. Hear then.

      Chor. Not yet though; grant me share of pleasure too.

      Let us first ask the tale of her great woe,

      While she unfolds her life's consuming chances;

      Her future sufferings let her learn from thee.

      Prom. 'Tis thy work, Io, to grant these their wish,

      On other grounds and as thy father's kin:173

      For to bewail and moan one's evil chance,

      Here where one trusts to gain a pitying tear

      From those who hear, – this is not labour lost.

      Io. I know not how to disobey your wish;

      So ye shall learn the whole that ye desire

      In speech full clear. And yet I blush to tell

      The storm that came from God, and brought the loss

      Of maiden face, what way it seized on me.

      For nightly visions coming evermore

      Into my virgin bower, sought to woo me

      With glozing words. “O virgin greatly blest,

      Why art thou still a virgin when thou might'st

      Attain to highest wedlock? For with dart

      Of passion for thee Zeus doth glow, and fain

      Would make thee his. And thou, O child, spurn not

      The bed of Zeus, but go to Lerna's field,

      Where feed thy father's flocks and herds,

      That so the eye of Zeus may find repose

      From this his craving.” With such visions I

      Was haunted every evening, till I dared

      To tell my father all these dreams of night,

      And he to Pytho and Dodona sent

      Full many to consult the Gods, that he,

      Might learn what deeds and words would please Heaven's lords.

      And they came bringing speech of oracles

      Shot with dark sayings, dim and hard to know.

      At last a clear word came to Inachos

      Charging him plainly, and commanding him

      To thrust me from my country and my home,

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