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From my wanderings set free.— 600 (603)
The cry of the horned maiden dost thou hear?
Prometheus.
And how not hear the gadfly-driven child
Of Inachus, who fires the heart of Zeus
With love, and now, to Hera hateful, runs
A round of forced and weary journeyings? 605 (606)
Io.
Antistrophe.
Whence is my father known to thee,
Named by thee even now?
Answer and tell me, weary-laden me,
Who, evil-fated one, art thou?
Thou who true sayings dost to hapless me proclaim,
And namst by name the god-sent malady 611 (614)
That, goading me with frenzy-waking stings,
Thus is wearing me away.
Woe! with famished boundings on-rushing came I nigh,
Thus put to shame 615 (619)
By Hera's wily vengeance. Woe! Woe me! are anywhere
