_ And hast thou any further
suffering
to tell her?
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems
And leaving Europe's plain
The continent of Asia thou wilt reach. --Seemeth to thee,
forsooth,
The tyrant of the gods in everything to be
Thus violent? For he a god, with this mortal
Wishing to unite, drove her to these wanderings.
A bitter wooer didst thou find, O virgin,
For thy marriage. For the words you now have heard
Think not yet to be the prelude.
_Io. _ Ah! me! me! alas! alas!
_Pr. _ Again dost shriek and heave a sigh? What
Wilt thou do when the remaining ills thou learn'st?
_Ch.
_ And hast thou any further suffering to tell her?
_Pr. _ Ay, a tempestuous sea of baleful woe.
_Io. _ What profit, then, for me to live, and not in haste
To cast myself from this rough rock,
That rushing down upon the plain I may be released
From every trouble? For better once for all to die,
Than all my days to suffer evilly.
_Pr. _ Unhappily my trials would'st thou hear,
To whom to die has not been fated;
For this would be release from sufferings;
But now there is no end of ills lying
Before me, until Zeus falls from sovereignty.
_Io. _ And is Zeus ever to fall from power?
_Pr. _ Thou would'st be pleased, I think, to see this accident.
_Io. _ How should I not, who suffer ill from Zeus?
_Pr. _ That these things then are so, be thou assured.
The continent of Asia thou wilt reach. --Seemeth to thee,
forsooth,
The tyrant of the gods in everything to be
Thus violent? For he a god, with this mortal
Wishing to unite, drove her to these wanderings.
A bitter wooer didst thou find, O virgin,
For thy marriage. For the words you now have heard
Think not yet to be the prelude.
_Io. _ Ah! me! me! alas! alas!
_Pr. _ Again dost shriek and heave a sigh? What
Wilt thou do when the remaining ills thou learn'st?
_Ch.
_ And hast thou any further suffering to tell her?
_Pr. _ Ay, a tempestuous sea of baleful woe.
_Io. _ What profit, then, for me to live, and not in haste
To cast myself from this rough rock,
That rushing down upon the plain I may be released
From every trouble? For better once for all to die,
Than all my days to suffer evilly.
_Pr. _ Unhappily my trials would'st thou hear,
To whom to die has not been fated;
For this would be release from sufferings;
But now there is no end of ills lying
Before me, until Zeus falls from sovereignty.
_Io. _ And is Zeus ever to fall from power?
_Pr. _ Thou would'st be pleased, I think, to see this accident.
_Io. _ How should I not, who suffer ill from Zeus?
_Pr. _ That these things then are so, be thou assured.
