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_ Is there no refuge for him from this fate?

_Pr. _ None, surely, till I may be released from bonds.

_Io. _ Who, then, is to release thee, Zeus unwilling?

_Pr. _ He must be some one of thy descendants.

_Io. _ How sayest thou? that my child will deliver thee from ills?

_Pr. _ Third of thy race after ten other births.

_Io. _ This oracle is not yet easy to be guessed.

_Pr.
_ But do not seek to understand thy sufferings.

_Io. _ First proffering gain to me, do not then withhold it.

_Pr. _ I'll grant thee one of two relations.

_Io. _ What two propose, and give to me my choice.

_Pr. _ I give; choose whether thy remaining troubles
I shall tell thee clearly, or him that will release me.

_Ch. _ Consent to do her the one favor,
Me the other, nor deem us undeserving of thy words;
To her indeed tell what remains of wandering,
And to me, who will release; for I desire this.

_Pr. _ Since ye are earnest, I will not resist
To tell the whole, as much as ye ask for.
To thee first, Io, vexatious wandering I will tell,
Which engrave on the remembering tablets of the mind.
When thou hast passed the flood boundary of continents,
Towards the flaming orient sun-traveled . .