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Beings so wretched as like woes with mine to share?
But what remains for me to suffer plainly say,
Tell me, what help? What cure for the sore ill I bear?
If indeed thou know, declare. 620 (625)
To the way-weary maiden show these things.
Prometheus.
I will tell thee plainly all thou seekst to know,
Not framing riddles, but in open words,
As it is right to unlock one's lips to friends.
Thou seest Prometheus, who gave fire to men. 625 (630)
Io.
Oh thou who wast the common good of men,
Woeful Prometheus, why must thou bear this?
Prometheus.
I have just ceased from wailing for my woes.
Io.
Wilt thou not then concede this boon to me?
Prometheus.
Say, what wouldst thou? From me thou mayst learn all.
Io.
Reveal to me who bound thee to this cleft. 631 (636)
