TRANSLATIONS FROM PINDAR

Kr.We are come to the far-bounding plain of earth,To the Scythian way, to the unapproached solitude.Hephaistus, orders must have thy attention,Which the Father has enjoined on thee, this bold oneTo the high-hanging rocks to bindIn indissoluble fetters of adamantine bonds.For thy flower, the splendor of fire useful in all arts,Stealing, he bestowed on mortals; and for suchA crime 't is fit he should give satisfaction to the gods;That he may learn the tyranny of ZeusTo love, and cease from his man-loving ways.Heph.Kratos and Bia, your charge from ZeusAlready has its end, and nothing further in the way;But I cannot endure to bindA kindred god by force to a bleak precipice,â€”Yet absolutely there's necessity that I have courage for these things;For it is hard the Father's words to banish.High-plotting son of the right-counseling Themis,Unwilling thee unwilling in brazen fetters hard to be loosedI am about to nail to this inhuman hill,Where neither voice [you'll hear], nor form of any mortalSee, but, scorched by the sun's clear flame,Will change your color's bloom; and to you gladThe various-robed night will conceal the light,And sun disperse the morning frost again;And always the burden of the present illWill wear you; for he that will relieve you has not yet been born.Such fruits you've reaped from your man-loving ways,For a god, not shrinking from the wrath of gods,You have bestowed honors on mortals more than just,For which this pleasureless rock you'll sentinel,Standing erect, sleepless, not bending a knee;And many sighs and lamentations to no purposeWill you utter; for the mind of Zeus is hard to be changed;And he is wholly rugged who may newly rule.Kr.Well, why dost thou delay and pity in vain?Why not hate the god most hostile to gods,Who has betrayed thy prize to mortals?Heph.The affinity indeed is appalling, and the familiarity.Kr.I agree, but to disobey the Father's wordsHow is it possible? Fear you not this more?Heph.Ay, you are always without pity, and full of confidence.Kr.For 't is no remedy to bewail this one;Cherish not vainly troubles which avail naught.Heph.O much hated handicraft!Kr.Why hatest it? for in simple truth, for these misfortunesWhich are present now Art's not to blame.Heph.Yet I would 't had fallen to another's lot.Kr.All things were done but to rule the gods,For none is free but Zeus.Heph.I knew it, and have naught to say against these things.Kr.Will you not haste, then, to put the bonds about him,That the Father may not observe you loitering?Heph.Already at hand the shackles you may see.Kr.Taking them, about his hands with firm strengthStrike with the hammer, and nail him to the rocks.Heph.'T is done, and not in vain this work.Kr.Strike harder, tighten, nowhere relax,For he is skillful to find out ways e'en from the impracticable.Heph.Ay, but this arm is fixed inextricably.Kr.And this now clasp securely, thatHe may learn he is a duller schemer than is Zeus.Heph.Except him would none justly blame me.Kr.Now with an adamantine wedge's stubborn fangThrough the breasts nail strongly.Heph.Alas! alas! Prometheus, I groan for thy afflictions.Kr.And do you hesitate? for Zeus' enemiesDo you groan? Beware lest one day you yourself will pity.Heph.You see a spectacle hard for eyes to behold.Kr.I see him meeting his deserts;But round his sides put straps.Heph.To do this is necessity, insist not much.Kr.Surely I will insist and urge beside;Go downward, and the thighs surround with force.Heph.Already it is done, the work, with no long labor.Kr.Strongly now drive the fetters, through and through,For the critic of the works is difficult.Heph.Like your form your tongue speaks.Kr.Be thou softened, but for my stubbornnessOf temper and harshness reproach me not.Heph.Let us withdraw, for he has a net about his limbs.Kr.There now insult, and the shares of godsPlundering on ephemerals bestow; what theeCan mortals in these ills relieve?Falsely thee the divinities PrometheusCall; for you yourself need oneforeseeingIn what manner you will escape this fortune.Prometheus,alone.O divine ether, and ye swift-winged winds,Fountains of rivers, and countless smilingsOf the ocean waves, and earth, mother of all,And thou all-seeing orb of the sun I call.Behold me what a god I suffer at the hands of gods.See by what outragesTormented the myriad-yearedTime I shall endure; such the newRuler of the blessed has contrived for me,Unseemly bonds.Alas! alas! the present and the comingWoe I groan; where ever of these sufferingsMust an end appear.But what say I? I know beforehand all,Exactly what will be, nor to me strangeWill any evil come. The destined fateAs easily as possible it behooves to bear, knowingNecessity's is a resistless strength.But neither to be silent nor unsilent about thisLot is possible for me; for a gift to mortalsGiving, I wretched have been yoked to these necessities;Within a hollow reed by stealth I carry off fire'sStolen source, which seemed the teacherOf all art to mortals, and a great resource.For such crimes penalty I pay,Under the sky, riveted in chains.Ah! ah! alas! alas!What echo, what odor has flown to me obscure,Of god, or mortal, or else mingled,â€”Came it to this terminal hillA witness of my sufferings, or wishing what?Behold bound me an unhappy god,The enemy of Zeus, fallen underThe ill will of all the gods, as many asEnter into the hall of Zeus,Through too great love of mortals.Alas! alas! what fluttering do I hearOf birds near? for the air rustlesWith the soft rippling of wings.Everything to me is fearful which creeps this way.PrometheusandChorus.Ch.Fear nothing; for friendly this bandOf wings with swift contentionDrew to this hill, hardlyPersuading the paternal mind.The swift-carrying breezes sent me;For the echo of beaten steel pierced the recessesOf the caves, and struck out from me reserved modesty;And I rushed unsandaled in a winged chariot.Pr.Alas! alas! alas! alas!Offspring of the fruitful Tethys,And of him rolling around allThe earth with sleepless stream children,Of Father Ocean; behold, look on me;By what bonds embracedOn this cliff's topmost rocksI shall maintain unenvied watch.Ch.I see, Prometheus; but to my eyes a fearfulMist has come surchargedWith tears, looking upon thy bodyShrunk to the rocksBy these mischiefs of adamantine bonds;Indeed, new helmsmen rule Olympus;And with new laws Zeus strengthens himself, annulling the old,And the before great now makes unknown.Pr.Would that under earth, and below Hades,Receptacle of dead, to impassableTartarus he had sent me, to bonds indissolubleCruelly conducting, that neither godNor any other had rejoiced at this.But now the sport of winds, unhappy one,A source of pleasure to my foes, I suffer.Ch.Who so hard-heartedOf the gods, to whom these things are pleasant?Who does not sympathize with thyMisfortunes, excepting Zeus? for he in wrath alwaysFixing his stubborn mind,Afflicts the heavenly race;Nor will he cease, until his heart is sated;Or with some palm some one may take the power hard to be taken.Pr.Surely yet, though in strongFetters I am now maltreated,The ruler of the blessed will have need of me,To show the new conspiracy by whichHe's robbed of sceptre and of honors,And not at all me with persuasion's honey-tonguedCharms will he appease, nor ever,Shrinking from his firm threats, will IDeclare this, till from cruelBonds he may release, and to do justiceFor this outrage be willing.Ch.You are bold; and to bitterWoes do nothing yield,But too freely speak.But my mind piercing fear disturbs;For I'm concerned about thy fortunes,Where at length arriving you may seeAn end to these afflictions. For mannersInaccessible, and a heart hard to be dissuaded has the son of Kronos.Pr.I know, thatâ€”Zeus is stern and havingJustice to himself. But after allGentle-mindedHe will one day be, when thus he's crushed,And his stubborn wrath allaying,Into agreement with me and friendlinessEarnest to me earnest he at length will come.Ch.The whole account disclose and tell us plainly,In what crime taking you ZeusThus disgracefully and bitterly insults;Inform us, if you are nowise hurt by the recital.Pr.Painful indeed it is to me to tell these things,And a pain to be silent, and every way unfortunate.When first the divinities began their strife,And discord 'mong themselves arose,Some wishing to cast Kronos from his seat,That Zeus might reign, forsooth, others the contraryStriving, that Zeus might never rule the gods;Then I, the best advising, to persuadeThe Titans, sons of Uranus and Chthon,Unable was; but crafty stratagemsDespising with rude minds,They thought without trouble to rule by force;But to me my mother not once only, Themis,And GÃ¦a, of many names one form,How the future should be accomplished had foretold,That not by power nor by strengthWould it be necessary, but by craft the victors should prevail.Such I in words expounding,They deigned not to regard at all.The best course, therefore, of those occurring thenAppeared to be, taking my mother to me,Of my own accord to side with Zeus glad to receive me;And by my counsels Tartarus' black-pittedDepths conceals the ancient Kronos,With his allies. In such things by meThe tyrant of the gods having been helped,With base rewards like these repays me;For there is somehow in kingshipThis disease, not to trust its friends.What then you ask, for what causeHe afflicts me, this will I now explain.As soon as on his father's throneHe sat, he straightway to the gods distributes honors,Some to one and to another some, and arrangedThe government; but of unhappy mortals accountHad none; but blotting out the raceEntire, wished to create another new.And these things none opposed but I,But I adventured; I rescued mortalsFrom going destroyed to Hades.Therefore, indeed, with such afflictions am I bent,To suffer grievous, and piteous to behold,And, holding mortals up to pity, myself am notThought worthy to obtain it; but without pityAm I thus corrected, a spectacle inglorious to Zeus.Ch.Of iron heart and made of stone,Whoe'er, Prometheus, with thy sufferingsDoes not grieve; for I should not have wished to seeThese things, and having seen them I am grieved at heart.Pr.Indeed to friends I'm piteous to behold.Ch.Did you in no respect go beyond this?Pr.True, mortals I made cease foreseeing fate.Ch.Having found what remedy for this all?Pr.Blind hopes in them I made to dwell.Ch.A great advantage this you gave to men.Pr.Beside these, too, I bestowed on them fire.Ch.And have mortals flamy fire?Pr.From which, indeed, they will learn many arts.Ch.Upon such charges, then, does ZeusMaltreat you, and nowhere relax from ills?Is there no term of suffering lying before thee?Pr.Nay, none at all, but when to him it may seem good.Ch.And how will it seem good? What hope? See you not thatYou have erred? But how you've erred, for me to tellNot pleasant, and to you a pain. But these thingsLet us omit, and seek you some release from sufferings.Pr.Easy, whoever out of trouble holds hisFoot, to admonish and remind those faringIll. But all these things I knew;Willing, willing I erred, I'll not deny;Mortals assisting I myself found trouble.Not indeed with penalties like these thought IThat I should pine on lofty rocks,Gaining this drear unneighbored hill.But bewail not my present woes,But alighting, the fortunes creeping onHear ye, that ye may learn all to the end.Obey me, obey, sympathizeWith him now suffering. Thus indeed affliction,Wandering round, sits now by one, then by another.Ch.Not to unwilling ears do you urgeThis, Prometheus.And now with light foot the swift-rushingSeat leaving, and the pure ether,Path of birds, to this peakedGround I come; for thy misfortunesI wish fully to hear.Prometheus,Chorus,andOceanus.Oc.I come to the end of a long wayTraveling to thee, Prometheus,By my will without bits directingThis wing-swift bird;For at thy fortunes know I grieve.And, I think, affinity thusImpels me, but apart from birth,There's not to whom a higher rankI would assign than thee.And you will know these things as true, and not in vainTo flatter with the tongue is in me. Come, therefore,Show how it is necessary to assist you;For never will you say, than OceanThere's a firmer friend to thee.Pr.Alas! what now? And you, then, of my sufferingsCome spectator? How didst thou dare, leavingThe stream which bears thy name, and rock-roofedCaves self-built, to the iron-motherEarth to go? To behold my fateHast come, and to compassionate my ills?Behold a spectacle, this, the friend of Zeus,Having with him stablished his tyranny,With what afflictions by himself I'm bent.Oc.I see, Prometheus, and would admonishThee the best, although of varied craft.Know thyself, and fit thy mannersNew; for new also the king among the gods.For if thus rude and whetted wordsThou wilt hurl out, quickly may Zeus, though sittingFar above, hear thee, so that thy present wrathOf troubles child's play will seem to be.But, O wretched one, dismiss the indignation which thou hast,And seek deliverance from these woes.Like an old man, perhaps, I seem to thee to say these things;Such, however, are the wagesOf the too lofty speaking tongue, Prometheus;But thou art not yet humble, nor dost yield to ills,And beside the present wish to receive others still.But thou wouldst not, with my counsel,Against the pricks extend your limbs, seeing thatA stern monarch irresponsible reigns.And now I go, and will endeavor,If I can, to release thee from these sufferings.But be thou quiet, nor too rudely speak.Know'st thou not well, with thy superior wisdom, thatOn a vain tongue punishment is inflicted?Pr.I congratulate thee that thou art without blame,Having shared and dared all with me;And now leave off, and let it not concern thee.For altogether thou wilt not persuade him, for he's not easily persuaded,But take heed yourself lest you be injured by the way.Oc.Far better thou art to advise those nearThan thyself; by deed and not by word I judge.But me hastening by no means mayest thou detain,For I boast, I boast, this favor will ZeusGrant me, from these sufferings to release thee.Pr.So far I praise thee, and will never cease;For zeal you nothing lack. ButStrive not; for in vain, naught helpingMe, thou 'lt strive, if aught to strive you wish.But be thou quiet, holding thyself aloof,For I would not, though I'm unfortunate, that on this accountEvils should come to many.Oc.Surely not, for me too the fortunes of thy brotherAtlas grieve, who towards the evening-placesStands, the pillar of heaven and earthUpon his shoulders bearing, a load not easy to be borne.And the earth-born inhabitant of the CilicianCaves seeing, I pitied, the savage monsterWith a hundred heads, by force o'ercome,Typhon impetuous, who stood 'gainst all the gods,With frightful jaws hissing out slaughter;And from his eyes flashed a Gorgonian light,Utterly to destroy by force the sovereignty of Zeus;But there came to him Zeus' sleepless bolt,Descending thunder, breathing flame,Which struck him out from loftyBoastings. For, struck to his very heart,His strength was scorched and thundered out.And now a useless and extended carcassLies he near a narrow passage of the sea,Pressed down under the roots of Ã†tna.And on the topmost summit seated, HephaistusHammers the ignited mass, whence will burst out at lengthRivers of fire, devouring with wild jawsFair-fruited Sicily's smooth fields;Such rage will Typhon make boil overWith hot discharges of insatiable fire-breathing tempest,Though by the bolt of Zeus burnt to a coal.Pr.Thou art not inexperienced, nor dost wantMy counsel; secure thyself as thou know'st how;And I against the present fortune will bear up,Until the thought of Zeus may cease from wrath.Oc.Know'st thou not this, Prometheus, thatWords are healers of distempered wrath?Pr.If any seasonably soothe the heart,And swelling passion check not rudely.Oc.In the consulting and the daringWhat harm seest thou existing? Teach me.Pr.Trouble superfluous, and light-minded folly.Oc.Be this my ail then, since it isMost profitable, being wise, not to seem wise.Pr.This will seem to be my error.Oc.Plainly homeward thy words remand me.Pr.Aye, let not grief for me into hostility cast thee.Oc.To the new occupant of the all-powerful seats?Pr.Beware lest ever his heart be angered.Oc.Thy fate, Prometheus, is my teacher.Pr.Go thou, depart; preserve the present mind.Oc.To me rushing this word you utter.For the smooth path of the air sweeps with his wingsThe four-legged bird; and gladly wouldIn the stalls at home bend a knee.PrometheusandChorus.Ch.I mourn for thee thy ruinousFate, Prometheus,And tear-distilling from my tenderEyes a stream has wetMy cheeks with flowing springs;For these, unenvied, ZeusBy his own laws enforcing,Haughty above the godsThat were displays his sceptre.And every region nowWith groans resounds,Mourning the illustriousAnd ancient honorOf thee and of thy kindred;As many mortals as the habitable seatOf sacred Asia pasture,With thy lamentableWoes have sympathy;And of the Colchian land, virginInhabitants, in fight undaunted,And Scythia's multitude, who the lastPlace of earth, aboutMÃ¦otis lake possess,And Arabia's martial flower,And who the high-hung citadelsOf Caucasus inhabit near,A hostile army, ragingWith sharp-prowed spears.Only one other god before, in sufferingsSubdued by injuriesOf adamantine bonds, I've seen, TitanianAtlas, who always with superior strengthThe huge and heavenly globeOn his back bears;And with a roar the sea wavesDashing, groans the deep,And the dark depth of Hades murmurs underneathThe earth, and fountains of pure-running riversHeave a pitying sigh.Pr.Think not, indeed, through weakness or through prideThat I am silent; for with the consciousness I gnaw my heart,Seeing myself thus basely used.And yet to these new gods their sharesWho else than I wholly distributed?But of these things I am silent; for I should tell youWhat you know; the sufferings of mortals tooYou've heard, how I made intelligentAnd possessed of sense them ignorant before.But I will speak, not bearing any grudge to men,But showing in what I gave the good intention;At first, indeed, seeing they saw in vain,And hearing heard not; but like the formsOf dreams, for that long time, rashly confoundedAll, nor brick-woven dwellingsKnew they, placed in the sun, nor woodwork;But digging down they dwelt, like punyAnts, in sunless nooks of caves.And there was naught to them, neither of winter sign,Nor of flower-giving spring, nor fruitfulSummer, that was sure; but without knowledgeDid they all, till I taught them the risingsOf the stars, and goings down, hard to determine.And numbers, chief of inventions,I found out for them, and the assemblages of letters,And memory, Muse-mother, doer of all things;And first I joined in pairs wild animalsObedient to the yoke; and that they might beAlternate workers with the bodies of menIn the severest toils, I harnessed the rein-loving horsesTo the car, the ornament of over-wealthy luxury.And none else than I invented the sea-wanderingFlaxen-winged vehicles of sailors.Such inventions I wretched having found outFor men, myself have not the ingenuity by whichFrom the now present ill I may escape.Ch.You suffer unseemly ill; deranged in mindYou err; and as some bad physician, fallingSick you are dejected, and cannot findBy what remedies you may be healed.Pr.Hearing the rest from me more will you wonderWhat arts and what expedients I planned.That which was greatest, if any might fall sick,There was alleviation none, neither to eat,Nor to anoint, nor drink, but for the wantOf medicines they were reduced to skeletons, till to themI showed the mingling of mild remedies,By which all ails they drive away.And many modes of prophecy I settled,And distinguished first of dreams what a realVision is required to be, and omens hard to be determinedI made known to them; and tokens by the way,And flight of crooked-taloned birds I accuratelyDefined, which lucky are,And unlucky, and what mode of lifeHave each, and to one another whatHostilities, attachments, and assemblings;The entrails' smoothness, and what color havingThey would be to the divinities acceptable;Of the gall and liver the various symmetry,And the limbs concealed in fat; and the longFlank burning, to an art hard to be guessedI showed the way to mortals; and flammeous signsExplained, before obscure.Such indeed these; and under groundConcealed the helps to men;Brass, iron, silver, gold, whoWould affirm that he discovered before me?None, I well know, not wishing in vain to boast.But learn all in one word,All arts to mortals from Prometheus.Ch.Assist not mortals now unseasonably,And neglect yourself unfortunate; for IAm of good hope that, from these bondsReleased, you will yet have no less power than Zeus.Pr.Never thus has Fate the AccomplisherDecreed to fulfill these things, but by a myriad illsAnd woes subdued, thus bonds I flee;For art 's far weaker than necessity.Ch.Who, then, is helmsman of necessity?Pr.The Fates three-formed, and the remembering Furies.Ch.Than these, then, is Zeus weaker?Pr.Ay, he could not escape what has been fated.Ch.But what to Zeus is fated, except always to rule?Pr.This thou wilt not learn; seek not to know.Ch.Surely some awful thing it is which you withhold.Pr.Remember other words, for this by no meansIs it time to tell, but to be concealedAs much as possible; for keeping this do IEscape unseemly bonds and woes.Ch.Never may the all-rulingZeus put into my mindForce antagonist to him.Nor let me cease drawing nearThe gods with holy sacrificesOf slain oxen, by Father Ocean'sCeaseless passage,Nor offend with words,But in me this remainAnd ne'er be melted out.'Tis something sweet with boldHopes the long life toExtend, in brightCheerfulness the cherishing spirit.But I shudder, thee beholdingBy a myriad sufferings tormented....For, not fearing Zeus,In thy private mind thou dost regardMortals too much, Prometheus.Come, though a thanklessFavor, friend, say where is any strength,From ephemerals any help? Saw you notThe powerless inefficiency,Dream-like, in which the blind ...Race of mortals are entangled?Never counsels of mortalsMay transgress the harmony of Zeus.I learned these things looking onThy destructive fate, Prometheus.For different to me did this strain come,And that which round thy bathsAnd couch I hymned,With the design of marriage, when my father's childWith bridal gifts persuading, thou didst leadHesione the partner of thy bed.Prometheus,Chorus,andIo.Io.What earth, what race, what being shall I is thisI see in bridles of rockExposed? By what crime'sPenalty dost thou perish? Show, to what partOf earth I miserable have wandered.Ah! ah! alas! alas!Again some fly doth sting me wretched,Image of earth-born Argus, cover it, earth;I fear the myriad-eyed herdsman beholding;For he goes having a treacherous eye,Whom not e'en dead the earth conceals.But me, wretched from the Infernals passing,He pursues, and drives fasting along the seasideSand, while low resounds a wax-compacted reed,Uttering sleep-giving law; alas! alas! O gods!Where, gods! where lead me far-wandering courses?In what sin, O son of Kronos,In what sin ever having taken,To these afflictions hast thou yoked me? alas! alas!With fly-driven fear a wretchedFrenzied one dost thus afflict?With fire burn, or with earth cover, orTo sea monsters give for food, norEnvy me my prayers, king.Enough much-wandered wanderingsHave exercised me, nor can I learn whereI shall escape from sufferings.Ch.Hear'st thou the address of the cow-horned virgin?Pr.And how not hear the fly-whirled virgin,Daughter of Inachus, who Zeus' heart warmedWith love, and now the courses over long,By Here hated, forcedly performs?Io.Whence utterest thou my father's name?Tell me, miserable, who thou art,That to me, O suffering one, me born to suffer,Thus true things dost address?The god-sent ail thou'st named,Which wastes me stingingWith maddening goads, alas! alas!With foodless and unseemly leapsRushing headlong, I came,By wrathful plots subdued.Who of the wretched, who, alas! alas! suffers like me?But to me clearly showWhat me awaits to suffer,What not necessary; what remedy of ill,Teach, if indeed thou know'st; speak out,Tell the ill-wandering virgin.Pr.I'll clearly tell thee all you wish to learn.Not weaving in enigmas, but in simple speech,As it is just to open the mouth to friends.Thou seest the giver of fire to men, Prometheus.Io.O thou who didst appear a common help to mortals,Wretched Prometheus, to atone for what do you endure this?Pr.I have scarce ceased my sufferings lamenting.Io.Would you not grant this favor to me?Pr.Say what you ask; for you'd learn all from me.Io.Say who has bound thee to the cliff.Pr.The will, indeed, of Zeus, Hephaistus' hand.Io.And penalty for what crimes dost thou pay?Pr.Thus much only can I show thee.Io.But beside this, declare what time will beTo me unfortunate the limit of my wandering.Pr.Not to learn is better for thee than to learn these things.Io.Conceal not from me what I am to suffer.Pr.Indeed, I grudge thee not this favor.Io.Why, then, dost thou delay to tell the whole?Pr.There's no unwillingness, but I hesitate to vex thy mind.Io.Care not for me more than is pleasant to me.Pr.Since you are earnest, it behooves to speak; hear then.Ch.Not yet, indeed; but a share of pleasure also give to me.First we'll learn the malady of this one,Herself relating her destructive fortunes,And the remainder of her trials let her learn from thee.Pr.'T is thy part, Io, to do these a favor,As well for every other reason, and as they are sisters of thy father.Since to weep and to lament misfortunes,There where one will get a tearFrom those attending, is worthy the delay.Io.I know not that I need distrust you,But in plain speech you shall learnAll that you ask for; and yet e'en telling I lamentThe god-sent tempest, and dissolutionOf my formâ€”whence to me miserable it came.For always visions in the night, moving aboutMy virgin chambers, enticed meWith smooth words: "O greatly happy virgin,Why be a virgin long? is permitted to obtainThe greatest marriage. For Zeus with love's dartHas been warmed by thee, and wishes to uniteIn love; but do thou, O child, spurn not the couchOf Zeus, but go out to Lerna's deepMorass, and stables of thy father's herds,That the divine eye may cease from desire."With such dreams every nightWas I unfortunate distressed, till I dared tellMy father of the night-wandering visions.And he to Pytho and Dodona frequentProphets sent, that he might learn what it was necessaryHe should say or do, to do agreeably to the gods.And they came bringing ambiguousOracles, darkly and indistinctly uttered.But finally a plain report came to Inachus,Clearly enjoining him and tellingOut of my home and country to expel me,Discharged to wander to the earth's last bounds;And if he was not willing, from Zeus would comeA fiery thunderbolt, which would annihilate all his race.Induced by such predictions of the Loxian,Against his will he drove me out,And shut me from the houses; but Zeus' reinCompelled him by force to do these things.Immediately my form and mind wereChanged, and horned, as you behold, stungBy a sharp-mouthed fly, with frantic leapingRushed I to Cenchrea's palatable stream,And Lerna's source; but a herdsman born-of-earthOf violent temper, Argus, accompanied, with numerousEyes my steps observing.But unexpectedly a sudden fateRobbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,By lash divine am driven from land to land.You hear what has been done; and if you have to say aught,What's left of labors, speak; nor pitying meComfort with false words; for an illThe worst of all, I say, are made-up words.Ch.Ah! ah! enough, alas!Ne'er, ne'er did I presume such cruel wordsWould reach my ears, nor thus unsightlyAnd intolerable hurts, sufferings, fears with a two-edgedGoad would chill my soul;Alas! alas! fate! fate!I shudder, seeing the state of Io.Pr.Beforehand sigh'st thou, and art full of fears,Hold till the rest also thou learn'st.Ch.Tell, teach; for to the sick 't is sweetTo know the remaining pain beforehand clearly.Pr.Your former wish ye got from meWith ease; for first ye asked to learn from herRelating her own trials;The rest now hear, what sufferings 't is necessaryThis young woman should endure from Here.But do thou, offspring of Inachus, my wordsCast in thy mind, that thou may'st learn the boundaries of the way.First, indeed, hence towards the rising of the sunTurning thyself, travel uncultivated lands,And to the Scythian nomads thou wilt come, who woven roofsOn high inhabit, on well-wheeled carts,With far-casting bows equipped;Whom go not near, but to the sea-resounding cliffsBending thy feet, pass from the region.On the left hand the iron-workingChalybes inhabit, whom thou must needs beware,For they are rude and inaccessible to strangers.And thou wilt come to the Hybristes river, not ill named,Which pass not, for not easy is 't to pass,Before you get to Caucasus itself, highestOf mountains, where the stream spurts out its tideFrom the very temples; and passing overThe star-neighbored summits, 't is necessary to goThe southern way, where thou wilt come to the man-hatingArmy of the Amazons, who Themiscyra one dayWill inhabit, by the Thermedon, where'sSalmydessia, rough jaw of the sea,Inhospitable to sailors, stepmother of ships;They will conduct thee on thy way, and very cheerfully.And to the Cimmerian isthmus thou wilt come,Just on the narrow portals of a lake, which leavingIt behooves thee with stout heart to pass the MÅ“otic straits;And there will be to mortals ever a great fameOf thy passage, and Bosphorus from thy name'T will be called. And leaving Europe's plainThe continent of Asia thou wilt reach.â€”Seemeth to thee, forsooth,The tyrant of the gods in everything to beThus violent? For he a god, with this mortalWishing to unite, drove her to these wanderings.A bitter wooer didst thou find, O virgin,For thy marriage. For the words you now have heardThink not yet to be the prelude.Io.Ah! me! me! alas! alas!Pr.Again dost shriek and heave a sigh? WhatWilt 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 hasteTo cast myself from this rough rock,That rushing down upon the plain I may be releasedFrom 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 lyingBefore 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.Io.By what one will the tyrant's power be robbed?Pr.Himself, by his own senseless counsels.Io.In what way show, if there's no harm.Pr.He will make such a marriage as one day he'll repent.Io.Of god or mortal? If to be spoken, tell.Pr.What matters which? For these things are not to be told.Io.By a wife will he be driven from the throne?Pr.Ay, she will bring forth a son superior to his father.Io.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 troublesI 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 resistTo 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 ...Passing through the tumult of the sea, until you reachThe Gorgonian plains of Cisthene, whereThe Phorcides dwell, old virgins,Three, swan-shaped, having a common eye,One-toothed, whom neither the sun looks onWith his beams, nor nightly moon ever.And near, their winged sisters three,Dragon-scaled Gorgons, odious to men,Whom no mortal beholding will have breath;Such danger do I tell thee.But hear another odious sight;Beware the gryphons, sharp-mouthedDogs of Zeus, which bark not, and the one-eyed ArimaspianHost, going on horseback, who dwell aboutThe golden-flowing flood of Pluto's channel;These go not near. But to a distant landThou 'lt come, a dusky race, who near the fountainsOf the sun inhabit, where is the Ã†thiopian river.Creep down the banks of this, until thou com'stTo a descent, where from Byblinian mountsThe Nile sends down its sacred palatable stream.This will conduct thee to the triangled landNilean, where, Io, 't is decreedThou and thy progeny shall form the distant colony.If aught of this is unintelligible to thee, and hard to be found out,Repeat thy questions, and learn clearly;For more leisure than I want is granted me.Ch.If to her aught remaining or omittedThou hast to tell of her pernicious wandering,Speak; but if thou hast said all, give usThe favor which we ask, for surely thou remember'st.Pr.The whole term of her traveling has she heard.But that she may know that not in vain she hears me,I'll tell what before coming hither she endured,Giving this as proof of my relations.The great multitude of words I will omit,And proceed unto the very limit of thy wanderings.When, then, you came to the Molossian ground,And near the high-ridged Dodona, whereOracle and seat is of Thesprotian Zeus,And prodigy incredible, the speaking oaks,By whom you clearly, and naught enigmatically,Were called the illustrious wife of ZeusAbout to be, if aught of these things soothes thee;Thence, driven by the fly, you cameThe seaside way to the great gulf of Rhea,From which by courses retrograde you are now tempest-tossed.But for time to come the sea gulf,Clearly know, will be called Ionian,Memorial of thy passage to all mortals.Proofs to thee are these of my intelligence,That it sees somewhat more than the apparent.But the rest to you and her in common I will tell,Having come upon the very track of former words.There is a city Canopus, last of the land,By Nile's very mouth and bank;There at length Zeus makes thee sane,Stroking with gentle hand, and touching only.And, named from Zeus' begetting,Thou wilt bear dark Epaphus, who will reapAs much land as broad-flowing Nile doth water;And fifth from him, a band of fifty childrenAgain to Argos shall unwilling come,Of female sex, avoiding kindred marriageOf their cousins; but they, with minds inflamed,Hawks by doves not far left behind,Will come pursuing marriagesNot to be pursued, but heaven will take vengeance on their bodies;For them Pelasgia shall receive by MarsSubdued with woman's hand with night-watching boldness.For each wife shall take her husband's life,Staining a two-edged dagger in his throat.Such 'gainst my foes may Cypris come.â€”But one of the daughters shall love softenNot to slay her bedfellow, but she will waverIn her mind; and one of two things will prefer,To hear herself called timid, rather than stained with blood;She shall in Argos bear a royal race.â€”Of a long speech is need this clearly to discuss.From this seed, however, shall be born a brave,Famed for his bow, who will release meFrom these sufferings. Such oracle my ancientMother told me, Titanian Themis;But how and by what means, this needs long speechTo tell, and nothing, learning, wilt thou gain.Io.Ah me! ah wretched me?Spasms again and brain-struckMadness burn me within, and a fly's dartStings me,â€”not wrought by fire.My heart with fear knocks at my breast,And my eyes whirl round and round,And from my course I'm borne by madness'Furious breath, unable to control my tongue;While confused words dash idly'Gainst the waves of horrid woe.Ch.Wise, wise indeed was he,Who first in mindThis weighed, and with the tongue expressed,To marry according to one's degree is best by far;Nor, being a laborer with the hands,To woo those who are by wealth corrupted,Nor, those by birth made great.Never, never meFates ...May you behold the sharer of Zeus' couch.Nor may I be brought near to any husband among those from heaven,For I fear, seeing the virginhood of Io,Not content with man, through marriage vexedWith these distressful wanderings by Here.But for myself, since an equal marriage is without fear,I am not concerned lest the love of the almightyGods cast its inevitable eye on me.Without war, indeed, this war, producingTroubles; nor do I know what would become of me;For I see not how I should escape the subtlety of Zeus.Pr.Surely shall Zeus, though haughty now,Yet be humble, such marriageHe prepares to make, which from sovereigntyAnd the throne will cast him down obscure; and Father Kronos'Curse will then be all fulfilled,Which falling from the ancient seats he imprecated.And refuge from such ills none of the godsBut I can show him clearly.I know these things, and in what manner. Now, therefore,Being bold, let him sit trusting to loftySounds, and brandishing with both hands his fire-breathing weapon,For naught will these avail him, notTo fall disgracefully intolerable falls;Such wrestler does he now prepare,Himself against himself, a prodigy most hard to be withstood;Who, indeed, will invent a better flame than lightning,And a loud sound surpassing thunder;And shiver the trident, Neptune's weapon,The marine earth-shaking ail.Stumbling upon this ill he'll learnHow different to govern and to serve.Ch.Ay, as you hope you vent this against Zeus.Pr.What will be done, and also what I hope, I say.Ch.And are we to expect that any will rule Zeus?Pr.Even than these more grievous ills he'll have.Ch.How fear'st thou not, hurling such words?Pr.What should I fear, to whom to die has not been fated?Ch.But suffering more grievous still than this he may inflict.Pr.Then let him do it; all is expected by me.Ch.Those reverencing Adrastia are wise.Pr.Revere, pray, flatter each successive ruler.Me less than nothing Zeus concerns.Let him do, let him prevail this short timeAs he will, for long he will not rule the gods,â€”But I see here, indeed, Zeus' runner,The new tryant's drudge;Doubtless he brings some new message.Prometheus,Chorus,andHermes.Her.To thee, the sophist, the bitterly bitter,The sinner against gods, the giver of honorsTo ephemerals, the thief of fire, I speak;The Father commands thee to tell the marriageWhich you boast, by which he falls from power;And that, too, not enigmatically,But each particular declare; nor cause meDouble journeys, Prometheus; for thou see'st thatZeus is not appeased by such.Pr.Solemn-mouthed and full of wisdomIs thy speech, as of the servant of the gods.Ye newly rule, and think forsoothTo dwell in griefless citadels; have I not seenTwo tyrants fallen from these?And third I shall behold him ruling now,Basest and speediest. Do I seem to theeTo fear and shrink from the new gods?Nay, much and wholly I fall short of this.The way thou cam'st go through the dust again;For thou wilt learn naught which thou ask'st of me.Her.Ay, by such insolence beforeYou brought yourself into these woes.Pr.Plainly know, I would not changeMy ill fortune for thy servitude,For better, I think, to serve this rockThan be the faithful messenger of Father Zeus.Thus to insult the insulting it is fit.Her.Thou seem'st to enjoy thy present state.Pr.I enjoy? Enjoying thus my enemiesWould I see; and thee 'mong them I count.Her.Dost thou blame me for aught of thy misfortunes?Pr.In plain words, all gods I hate,As many as well treated wrong me unjustly.Her.I hear thee raving, no slight ail.Pr.Ay, I should ail, if ail one's foes to hate.Her.If prosperous, thou couldst not be borne.Pr.Ah me!Her.This word Zeus does not know.Pr.But time growing old teaches all things.Her.And still thou know'st not yet how to be prudent.Pr.For I should not converse with thee a servant.Her.Thou seem'st to say naught which the Father wishes.Pr.And yet his debtor I'd requite the favor.Her.Thou mock'st me verily as if I were a child.Pr.And art thou not a child, and simpler still than this,If thou expectest to learn aught from me?There is not outrage nor expedient, by whichZeus will induce me to declare these things,Before he loose these grievous bonds.Let there be hurled, then, flaming fire,And the white-winged snows, and thundersOf the earth, let him confound and mingle all.For none of these will bend me till I tellBy whom 't is necessary he should fall from sovereignty.Her.Consider now if these things seem helpful.Pr.Long since these were considered and resolved.Her.Venture, O vain one, venture, at length,In view of present sufferings to be wise.Pr.In vain you vex me, as a wave, exhorting.Ne'er let it come into thy mind that I, fearingZeus' anger, shall become woman-minded,And beg him, greatly hated,With womanish upturnings of the hands,To loose me from these bonds. I am far from it.Her.Though saying much I seem in vain to speak;For thou art nothing softened nor appeasedBy prayers; but champing at the bit like a new-yokedColt, thou strugglest and contend'st against the reins.But thou art violent with feeble wisdom.For stubbornness to him who is not wise,Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.But consider, if thou art not persuaded by my words,What storm and triple surge of illsWill come upon thee, not to be avoided; for first this ruggedCliff with thunder and lightning flameThe Father'll rend, and hideThy body, and a strong arm will bury thee.When thou hast spent a long length of time,Thou wilt come back to light; and Zeus'Winged dog, a bloodthirsty eagle, ravenouslyShall tear the great rag of thy body,Creeping an uninvited guest all day,And banquet on thy liver black by eating.Of such suffering expect not any end,Before some god appearSucceeding to thy labors, and wish to go to raylessHades, and the dark depths of Tartarus.Therefore deliberate; since this is not madeBoasting, but in earnest spoken;For to speak falsely does not know the mouthOf Zeus, but every word he does. SoLook about thee, and consider, nor ever thinkObstinacy better than prudence.Ch.To us indeed Hermes appears to say not unseasonable things,For he directs thee, leaving offSelf-will, to seek prudent counsel.Obey; for it is base to err, for a wise man.Pr.To me foreknowing these messagesHe has uttered, but for a foe to suffer illFrom foes is naught unseemly.Therefore 'gainst me let there be hurledFire's double-pointed curl, and airBe provoked with thunder, and a tumultOf wild winds; and earth from its foundationsLet a wind rock, and its very roots,And with a rough surge mingleThe sea waves with the passagesOf the heavenly stars, and to blackTartarus let him quite cast down myBody, by necessity's strong eddies.Yet after all he will not kill me.Her.Such words and counsels you may hearFrom the brain-struck.For what lacks he of being mad?And if prosperous, what does he cease from madness?Do you, therefore, who sympathizeWith this one's suffering,From these places quick withdraw somewhere,Lest the harsh bellowing thunderStupefy your minds.Ch.Say something else, and exhort meTo some purpose; for surelyThou hast intolerably abused this word.How direct me to perform a baseness?I wish to suffer with him whate'er is necessary,For I have learned to hate betrayers;Nor is the pestWhich I abominate more than this.Her.Remember, then, what I foretell;Nor by calamity pursuedBlame fortune, nor e'er sayThat Zeus into unforeseenIll has cast you; surely not, but yourselvesYou yourselves; for knowing,And not suddenly nor clandestinely,You'll be entangled through your follyIn an impassable net of woe.Pr.Surely indeed, and no more in word,Earth is shaken;And a hoarse sound of thunderBellows near; and wreaths of lightningFlash out fiercely blazing, and whirlwinds dustWhirl up; and leap the blastsOf all winds, 'gainst one anotherBlowing in opposite array;And air with sea is mingled;Such impulse against me from Zeus,Producing fear, doth plainly come.O revered Mother, O EtherRevolving common light to all,You see me, how unjust things I endure!

Kr.We are come to the far-bounding plain of earth,

To the Scythian way, to the unapproached solitude.

Hephaistus, orders must have thy attention,

Which the Father has enjoined on thee, this bold one

To the high-hanging rocks to bind

In indissoluble fetters of adamantine bonds.

For thy flower, the splendor of fire useful in all arts,

Stealing, he bestowed on mortals; and for such

A crime 't is fit he should give satisfaction to the gods;

That he may learn the tyranny of Zeus

To love, and cease from his man-loving ways.

Heph.Kratos and Bia, your charge from Zeus

Already has its end, and nothing further in the way;

But I cannot endure to bind

A kindred god by force to a bleak precipice,â€”

Yet absolutely there's necessity that I have courage for these things;

For it is hard the Father's words to banish.

High-plotting son of the right-counseling Themis,

Unwilling thee unwilling in brazen fetters hard to be loosed

I am about to nail to this inhuman hill,

Where neither voice [you'll hear], nor form of any mortal

See, but, scorched by the sun's clear flame,

Will change your color's bloom; and to you glad

The various-robed night will conceal the light,

And sun disperse the morning frost again;

And always the burden of the present ill

Will wear you; for he that will relieve you has not yet been born.

Such fruits you've reaped from your man-loving ways,

For a god, not shrinking from the wrath of gods,

You have bestowed honors on mortals more than just,

For which this pleasureless rock you'll sentinel,

Standing erect, sleepless, not bending a knee;

And many sighs and lamentations to no purpose

Will you utter; for the mind of Zeus is hard to be changed;

And he is wholly rugged who may newly rule.

Kr.Well, why dost thou delay and pity in vain?

Why not hate the god most hostile to gods,

Who has betrayed thy prize to mortals?

Heph.The affinity indeed is appalling, and the familiarity.

Kr.I agree, but to disobey the Father's words

How is it possible? Fear you not this more?

Heph.Ay, you are always without pity, and full of confidence.

Kr.For 't is no remedy to bewail this one;

Cherish not vainly troubles which avail naught.

Heph.O much hated handicraft!

Kr.Why hatest it? for in simple truth, for these misfortunes

Which are present now Art's not to blame.

Heph.Yet I would 't had fallen to another's lot.

Kr.All things were done but to rule the gods,

For none is free but Zeus.

Heph.I knew it, and have naught to say against these things.

Kr.Will you not haste, then, to put the bonds about him,

That the Father may not observe you loitering?

Heph.Already at hand the shackles you may see.

Kr.Taking them, about his hands with firm strength

Strike with the hammer, and nail him to the rocks.

Heph.'T is done, and not in vain this work.

Kr.Strike harder, tighten, nowhere relax,

For he is skillful to find out ways e'en from the impracticable.

Heph.Ay, but this arm is fixed inextricably.

Kr.And this now clasp securely, that

He may learn he is a duller schemer than is Zeus.

Heph.Except him would none justly blame me.

Kr.Now with an adamantine wedge's stubborn fang

Through the breasts nail strongly.

Heph.Alas! alas! Prometheus, I groan for thy afflictions.

Kr.And do you hesitate? for Zeus' enemies

Do you groan? Beware lest one day you yourself will pity.

Heph.You see a spectacle hard for eyes to behold.

Kr.I see him meeting his deserts;

But round his sides put straps.

Heph.To do this is necessity, insist not much.

Kr.Surely I will insist and urge beside;

Go downward, and the thighs surround with force.

Heph.Already it is done, the work, with no long labor.

Kr.Strongly now drive the fetters, through and through,

For the critic of the works is difficult.

Heph.Like your form your tongue speaks.

Kr.Be thou softened, but for my stubbornness

Of temper and harshness reproach me not.

Heph.Let us withdraw, for he has a net about his limbs.

Kr.There now insult, and the shares of gods

Plundering on ephemerals bestow; what thee

Can mortals in these ills relieve?

Falsely thee the divinities Prometheus

Call; for you yourself need oneforeseeing

In what manner you will escape this fortune.

Prometheus,alone.

O divine ether, and ye swift-winged winds,

Fountains of rivers, and countless smilings

Of the ocean waves, and earth, mother of all,

And thou all-seeing orb of the sun I call.

Behold me what a god I suffer at the hands of gods.

See by what outrages

Tormented the myriad-yeared

Time I shall endure; such the new

Ruler of the blessed has contrived for me,

Unseemly bonds.

Alas! alas! the present and the coming

Woe I groan; where ever of these sufferings

Must an end appear.

But what say I? I know beforehand all,

Exactly what will be, nor to me strange

Will any evil come. The destined fate

As easily as possible it behooves to bear, knowing

Necessity's is a resistless strength.

But neither to be silent nor unsilent about this

Lot is possible for me; for a gift to mortals

Giving, I wretched have been yoked to these necessities;

Within a hollow reed by stealth I carry off fire's

Stolen source, which seemed the teacher

Of all art to mortals, and a great resource.

For such crimes penalty I pay,

Under the sky, riveted in chains.

Ah! ah! alas! alas!

What echo, what odor has flown to me obscure,

Of god, or mortal, or else mingled,â€”

Came it to this terminal hill

A witness of my sufferings, or wishing what?

Behold bound me an unhappy god,

The enemy of Zeus, fallen under

The ill will of all the gods, as many as

Enter into the hall of Zeus,

Through too great love of mortals.

Alas! alas! what fluttering do I hear

Of birds near? for the air rustles

With the soft rippling of wings.

Everything to me is fearful which creeps this way.

PrometheusandChorus.

Ch.Fear nothing; for friendly this band

Of wings with swift contention

Drew to this hill, hardly

Persuading the paternal mind.

The swift-carrying breezes sent me;

For the echo of beaten steel pierced the recesses

Of the caves, and struck out from me reserved modesty;

And I rushed unsandaled in a winged chariot.

Pr.Alas! alas! alas! alas!

Offspring of the fruitful Tethys,

And of him rolling around all

The earth with sleepless stream children,

Of Father Ocean; behold, look on me;

By what bonds embraced

On this cliff's topmost rocks

I shall maintain unenvied watch.

Ch.I see, Prometheus; but to my eyes a fearful

Mist has come surcharged

With tears, looking upon thy body

Shrunk to the rocks

By these mischiefs of adamantine bonds;

Indeed, new helmsmen rule Olympus;

And with new laws Zeus strengthens himself, annulling the old,

And the before great now makes unknown.

Pr.Would that under earth, and below Hades,

Receptacle of dead, to impassable

Tartarus he had sent me, to bonds indissoluble

Cruelly conducting, that neither god

Nor any other had rejoiced at this.

But now the sport of winds, unhappy one,

A source of pleasure to my foes, I suffer.

Ch.Who so hard-hearted

Of the gods, to whom these things are pleasant?

Who does not sympathize with thy

Misfortunes, excepting Zeus? for he in wrath always

Fixing his stubborn mind,

Afflicts the heavenly race;

Nor will he cease, until his heart is sated;

Or with some palm some one may take the power hard to be taken.

Pr.Surely yet, though in strong

Fetters I am now maltreated,

The ruler of the blessed will have need of me,

To show the new conspiracy by which

He's robbed of sceptre and of honors,

And not at all me with persuasion's honey-tongued

Charms will he appease, nor ever,

Shrinking from his firm threats, will I

Declare this, till from cruel

Bonds he may release, and to do justice

For this outrage be willing.

Ch.You are bold; and to bitter

Woes do nothing yield,

But too freely speak.

But my mind piercing fear disturbs;

For I'm concerned about thy fortunes,

Where at length arriving you may see

An end to these afflictions. For manners

Inaccessible, and a heart hard to be dissuaded has the son of Kronos.

Pr.I know, thatâ€”Zeus is stern and having

Justice to himself. But after all

Gentle-minded

He will one day be, when thus he's crushed,

And his stubborn wrath allaying,

Into agreement with me and friendliness

Earnest to me earnest he at length will come.

Ch.The whole account disclose and tell us plainly,

In what crime taking you Zeus

Thus disgracefully and bitterly insults;

Inform us, if you are nowise hurt by the recital.

Pr.Painful indeed it is to me to tell these things,

And a pain to be silent, and every way unfortunate.

When first the divinities began their strife,

And discord 'mong themselves arose,

Some wishing to cast Kronos from his seat,

That Zeus might reign, forsooth, others the contrary

Striving, that Zeus might never rule the gods;

Then I, the best advising, to persuade

The Titans, sons of Uranus and Chthon,

Unable was; but crafty stratagems

Despising with rude minds,

They thought without trouble to rule by force;

But to me my mother not once only, Themis,

And GÃ¦a, of many names one form,

How the future should be accomplished had foretold,

That not by power nor by strength

Would it be necessary, but by craft the victors should prevail.

Such I in words expounding,

They deigned not to regard at all.

The best course, therefore, of those occurring then

Appeared to be, taking my mother to me,

Of my own accord to side with Zeus glad to receive me;

And by my counsels Tartarus' black-pitted

Depths conceals the ancient Kronos,

With his allies. In such things by me

The tyrant of the gods having been helped,

With base rewards like these repays me;

For there is somehow in kingship

This disease, not to trust its friends.

What then you ask, for what cause

He afflicts me, this will I now explain.

As soon as on his father's throne

He sat, he straightway to the gods distributes honors,

Some to one and to another some, and arranged

The government; but of unhappy mortals account

Had none; but blotting out the race

Entire, wished to create another new.

And these things none opposed but I,

But I adventured; I rescued mortals

From going destroyed to Hades.

Therefore, indeed, with such afflictions am I bent,

To suffer grievous, and piteous to behold,

And, holding mortals up to pity, myself am not

Thought worthy to obtain it; but without pity

Am I thus corrected, a spectacle inglorious to Zeus.

Ch.Of iron heart and made of stone,

Whoe'er, Prometheus, with thy sufferings

Does not grieve; for I should not have wished to see

These things, and having seen them I am grieved at heart.

Pr.Indeed to friends I'm piteous to behold.

Ch.Did you in no respect go beyond this?

Pr.True, mortals I made cease foreseeing fate.

Ch.Having found what remedy for this all?

Pr.Blind hopes in them I made to dwell.

Ch.A great advantage this you gave to men.

Pr.Beside these, too, I bestowed on them fire.

Ch.And have mortals flamy fire?

Pr.From which, indeed, they will learn many arts.

Ch.Upon such charges, then, does Zeus

Maltreat you, and nowhere relax from ills?

Is there no term of suffering lying before thee?

Pr.Nay, none at all, but when to him it may seem good.

Ch.And how will it seem good? What hope? See you not that

You have erred? But how you've erred, for me to tell

Not pleasant, and to you a pain. But these things

Let us omit, and seek you some release from sufferings.

Pr.Easy, whoever out of trouble holds his

Foot, to admonish and remind those faring

Ill. But all these things I knew;

Willing, willing I erred, I'll not deny;

Mortals assisting I myself found trouble.

Not indeed with penalties like these thought I

That I should pine on lofty rocks,

Gaining this drear unneighbored hill.

But bewail not my present woes,

But alighting, the fortunes creeping on

Hear ye, that ye may learn all to the end.

Obey me, obey, sympathize

With him now suffering. Thus indeed affliction,

Wandering round, sits now by one, then by another.

Ch.Not to unwilling ears do you urge

This, Prometheus.

And now with light foot the swift-rushing

Seat leaving, and the pure ether,

Path of birds, to this peaked

Ground I come; for thy misfortunes

I wish fully to hear.

Prometheus,Chorus,andOceanus.

Oc.I come to the end of a long way

Traveling to thee, Prometheus,

By my will without bits directing

This wing-swift bird;

For at thy fortunes know I grieve.

And, I think, affinity thus

Impels me, but apart from birth,

There's not to whom a higher rank

I would assign than thee.

And you will know these things as true, and not in vain

To flatter with the tongue is in me. Come, therefore,

Show how it is necessary to assist you;

For never will you say, than Ocean

There's a firmer friend to thee.

Pr.Alas! what now? And you, then, of my sufferings

Come spectator? How didst thou dare, leaving

The stream which bears thy name, and rock-roofed

Caves self-built, to the iron-mother

Earth to go? To behold my fate

Hast come, and to compassionate my ills?

Behold a spectacle, this, the friend of Zeus,

Having with him stablished his tyranny,

With what afflictions by himself I'm bent.

Oc.I see, Prometheus, and would admonish

Thee the best, although of varied craft.

Know thyself, and fit thy manners

New; for new also the king among the gods.

For if thus rude and whetted words

Thou wilt hurl out, quickly may Zeus, though sitting

Far above, hear thee, so that thy present wrath

Of troubles child's play will seem to be.

But, O wretched one, dismiss the indignation which thou hast,

And seek deliverance from these woes.

Like an old man, perhaps, I seem to thee to say these things;

Such, however, are the wages

Of the too lofty speaking tongue, Prometheus;

But thou art not yet humble, nor dost yield to ills,

And beside the present wish to receive others still.

But thou wouldst not, with my counsel,

Against the pricks extend your limbs, seeing that

A stern monarch irresponsible reigns.

And now I go, and will endeavor,

If I can, to release thee from these sufferings.

But be thou quiet, nor too rudely speak.

Know'st thou not well, with thy superior wisdom, that

On a vain tongue punishment is inflicted?

Pr.I congratulate thee that thou art without blame,

Having shared and dared all with me;

And now leave off, and let it not concern thee.

For altogether thou wilt not persuade him, for he's not easily persuaded,

But take heed yourself lest you be injured by the way.

Oc.Far better thou art to advise those near

Than thyself; by deed and not by word I judge.

But me hastening by no means mayest thou detain,

For I boast, I boast, this favor will Zeus

Grant me, from these sufferings to release thee.

Pr.So far I praise thee, and will never cease;

For zeal you nothing lack. But

Strive not; for in vain, naught helping

Me, thou 'lt strive, if aught to strive you wish.

But be thou quiet, holding thyself aloof,

For I would not, though I'm unfortunate, that on this account

Evils should come to many.

Oc.Surely not, for me too the fortunes of thy brother

Atlas grieve, who towards the evening-places

Stands, the pillar of heaven and earth

Upon his shoulders bearing, a load not easy to be borne.

And the earth-born inhabitant of the Cilician

Caves seeing, I pitied, the savage monster

With a hundred heads, by force o'ercome,

Typhon impetuous, who stood 'gainst all the gods,

With frightful jaws hissing out slaughter;

And from his eyes flashed a Gorgonian light,

Utterly to destroy by force the sovereignty of Zeus;

But there came to him Zeus' sleepless bolt,

Descending thunder, breathing flame,

Which struck him out from lofty

Boastings. For, struck to his very heart,

His strength was scorched and thundered out.

And now a useless and extended carcass

Lies he near a narrow passage of the sea,

Pressed down under the roots of Ã†tna.

And on the topmost summit seated, Hephaistus

Hammers the ignited mass, whence will burst out at length

Rivers of fire, devouring with wild jaws

Fair-fruited Sicily's smooth fields;

Such rage will Typhon make boil over

With hot discharges of insatiable fire-breathing tempest,

Though by the bolt of Zeus burnt to a coal.

Pr.Thou art not inexperienced, nor dost want

My counsel; secure thyself as thou know'st how;

And I against the present fortune will bear up,

Until the thought of Zeus may cease from wrath.

Oc.Know'st thou not this, Prometheus, that

Words are healers of distempered wrath?

Pr.If any seasonably soothe the heart,

And swelling passion check not rudely.

Oc.In the consulting and the daring

What harm seest thou existing? Teach me.

Pr.Trouble superfluous, and light-minded folly.

Oc.Be this my ail then, since it is

Most profitable, being wise, not to seem wise.

Pr.This will seem to be my error.

Oc.Plainly homeward thy words remand me.

Pr.Aye, let not grief for me into hostility cast thee.

Oc.To the new occupant of the all-powerful seats?

Pr.Beware lest ever his heart be angered.

Oc.Thy fate, Prometheus, is my teacher.

Pr.Go thou, depart; preserve the present mind.

Oc.To me rushing this word you utter.

For the smooth path of the air sweeps with his wings

The four-legged bird; and gladly would

In the stalls at home bend a knee.

PrometheusandChorus.

Ch.I mourn for thee thy ruinous

Fate, Prometheus,

And tear-distilling from my tender

Eyes a stream has wet

My cheeks with flowing springs;

For these, unenvied, Zeus

By his own laws enforcing,

Haughty above the gods

That were displays his sceptre.

And every region now

With groans resounds,

Mourning the illustrious

And ancient honor

Of thee and of thy kindred;

As many mortals as the habitable seat

Of sacred Asia pasture,

With thy lamentable

Woes have sympathy;

And of the Colchian land, virgin

Inhabitants, in fight undaunted,

And Scythia's multitude, who the last

Place of earth, about

MÃ¦otis lake possess,

And Arabia's martial flower,

And who the high-hung citadels

Of Caucasus inhabit near,

A hostile army, raging

With sharp-prowed spears.

Only one other god before, in sufferings

Subdued by injuries

Of adamantine bonds, I've seen, Titanian

Atlas, who always with superior strength

The huge and heavenly globe

On his back bears;

And with a roar the sea waves

Dashing, groans the deep,

And the dark depth of Hades murmurs underneath

The earth, and fountains of pure-running rivers

Heave a pitying sigh.

Pr.Think not, indeed, through weakness or through pride

That I am silent; for with the consciousness I gnaw my heart,

Seeing myself thus basely used.

And yet to these new gods their shares

Who else than I wholly distributed?

But of these things I am silent; for I should tell you

What you know; the sufferings of mortals too

You've heard, how I made intelligent

And possessed of sense them ignorant before.

But I will speak, not bearing any grudge to men,

But showing in what I gave the good intention;

At first, indeed, seeing they saw in vain,

And hearing heard not; but like the forms

Of dreams, for that long time, rashly confounded

All, nor brick-woven dwellings

Knew they, placed in the sun, nor woodwork;

But digging down they dwelt, like puny

Ants, in sunless nooks of caves.

And there was naught to them, neither of winter sign,

Nor of flower-giving spring, nor fruitful

Summer, that was sure; but without knowledge

Did they all, till I taught them the risings

Of the stars, and goings down, hard to determine.

And numbers, chief of inventions,

I found out for them, and the assemblages of letters,

And memory, Muse-mother, doer of all things;

And first I joined in pairs wild animals

Obedient to the yoke; and that they might be

Alternate workers with the bodies of men

In the severest toils, I harnessed the rein-loving horses

To the car, the ornament of over-wealthy luxury.

And none else than I invented the sea-wandering

Flaxen-winged vehicles of sailors.

Such inventions I wretched having found out

For men, myself have not the ingenuity by which

From the now present ill I may escape.

Ch.You suffer unseemly ill; deranged in mind

You err; and as some bad physician, falling

Sick you are dejected, and cannot find

By what remedies you may be healed.

Pr.Hearing the rest from me more will you wonder

What arts and what expedients I planned.

That which was greatest, if any might fall sick,

There was alleviation none, neither to eat,

Nor to anoint, nor drink, but for the want

Of medicines they were reduced to skeletons, till to them

I showed the mingling of mild remedies,

By which all ails they drive away.

And many modes of prophecy I settled,

And distinguished first of dreams what a real

Vision is required to be, and omens hard to be determined

I made known to them; and tokens by the way,

And flight of crooked-taloned birds I accurately

Defined, which lucky are,

And unlucky, and what mode of life

Have each, and to one another what

Hostilities, attachments, and assemblings;

The entrails' smoothness, and what color having

They would be to the divinities acceptable;

Of the gall and liver the various symmetry,

And the limbs concealed in fat; and the long

Flank burning, to an art hard to be guessed

I showed the way to mortals; and flammeous signs

Explained, before obscure.

Such indeed these; and under ground

Concealed the helps to men;

Brass, iron, silver, gold, who

Would affirm that he discovered before me?

None, I well know, not wishing in vain to boast.

But learn all in one word,

All arts to mortals from Prometheus.

Ch.Assist not mortals now unseasonably,

And neglect yourself unfortunate; for I

Am of good hope that, from these bonds

Released, you will yet have no less power than Zeus.

Pr.Never thus has Fate the Accomplisher

Decreed to fulfill these things, but by a myriad ills

And woes subdued, thus bonds I flee;

For art 's far weaker than necessity.

Ch.Who, then, is helmsman of necessity?

Pr.The Fates three-formed, and the remembering Furies.

Ch.Than these, then, is Zeus weaker?

Pr.Ay, he could not escape what has been fated.

Ch.But what to Zeus is fated, except always to rule?

Pr.This thou wilt not learn; seek not to know.

Ch.Surely some awful thing it is which you withhold.

Pr.Remember other words, for this by no means

Is it time to tell, but to be concealed

As much as possible; for keeping this do I

Escape unseemly bonds and woes.

Ch.Never may the all-ruling

Zeus put into my mind

Force antagonist to him.

Nor let me cease drawing near

The gods with holy sacrifices

Of slain oxen, by Father Ocean's

Ceaseless passage,

Nor offend with words,

But in me this remain

And ne'er be melted out.

'Tis something sweet with bold

Hopes the long life to

Extend, in bright

Cheerfulness the cherishing spirit.

But I shudder, thee beholding

By a myriad sufferings tormented....

For, not fearing Zeus,

In thy private mind thou dost regard

Mortals too much, Prometheus.

Come, though a thankless

Favor, friend, say where is any strength,

From ephemerals any help? Saw you not

The powerless inefficiency,

Dream-like, in which the blind ...

Race of mortals are entangled?

Never counsels of mortals

May transgress the harmony of Zeus.

I learned these things looking on

Thy destructive fate, Prometheus.

For different to me did this strain come,

And that which round thy baths

And couch I hymned,

With the design of marriage, when my father's child

With bridal gifts persuading, thou didst lead

Hesione the partner of thy bed.

Prometheus,Chorus,andIo.

Io.What earth, what race, what being shall I is this

I see in bridles of rock

Exposed? By what crime's

Penalty dost thou perish? Show, to what part

Of earth I miserable have wandered.

Ah! ah! alas! alas!

Again some fly doth sting me wretched,

Image of earth-born Argus, cover it, earth;

I fear the myriad-eyed herdsman beholding;

For he goes having a treacherous eye,

Whom not e'en dead the earth conceals.

But me, wretched from the Infernals passing,

He pursues, and drives fasting along the seaside

Sand, while low resounds a wax-compacted reed,

Uttering sleep-giving law; alas! alas! O gods!

Where, gods! where lead me far-wandering courses?

In what sin, O son of Kronos,

In what sin ever having taken,

To these afflictions hast thou yoked me? alas! alas!

With fly-driven fear a wretched

Frenzied one dost thus afflict?

With fire burn, or with earth cover, or

To sea monsters give for food, nor

Envy me my prayers, king.

Enough much-wandered wanderings

Have exercised me, nor can I learn where

I shall escape from sufferings.

Ch.Hear'st thou the address of the cow-horned virgin?

Pr.And how not hear the fly-whirled virgin,

Daughter of Inachus, who Zeus' heart warmed

With love, and now the courses over long,

By Here hated, forcedly performs?

Io.Whence utterest thou my father's name?

Tell me, miserable, who thou art,

That to me, O suffering one, me born to suffer,

Thus true things dost address?

The god-sent ail thou'st named,

Which wastes me stinging

With maddening goads, alas! alas!

With foodless and unseemly leaps

Rushing headlong, I came,

By wrathful plots subdued.

Who of the wretched, who, alas! alas! suffers like me?

But to me clearly show

What me awaits to suffer,

What not necessary; what remedy of ill,

Teach, if indeed thou know'st; speak out,

Tell the ill-wandering virgin.

Pr.I'll clearly tell thee all you wish to learn.

Not weaving in enigmas, but in simple speech,

As it is just to open the mouth to friends.

Thou seest the giver of fire to men, Prometheus.

Io.O thou who didst appear a common help to mortals,

Wretched Prometheus, to atone for what do you endure this?

Pr.I have scarce ceased my sufferings lamenting.

Io.Would you not grant this favor to me?

Pr.Say what you ask; for you'd learn all from me.

Io.Say who has bound thee to the cliff.

Pr.The will, indeed, of Zeus, Hephaistus' hand.

Io.And penalty for what crimes dost thou pay?

Pr.Thus much only can I show thee.

Io.But beside this, declare what time will be

To me unfortunate the limit of my wandering.

Pr.Not to learn is better for thee than to learn these things.

Io.Conceal not from me what I am to suffer.

Pr.Indeed, I grudge thee not this favor.

Io.Why, then, dost thou delay to tell the whole?

Pr.There's no unwillingness, but I hesitate to vex thy mind.

Io.Care not for me more than is pleasant to me.

Pr.Since you are earnest, it behooves to speak; hear then.

Ch.Not yet, indeed; but a share of pleasure also give to me.

First we'll learn the malady of this one,

Herself relating her destructive fortunes,

And the remainder of her trials let her learn from thee.

Pr.'T is thy part, Io, to do these a favor,

As well for every other reason, and as they are sisters of thy father.

Since to weep and to lament misfortunes,

There where one will get a tear

From those attending, is worthy the delay.

Io.I know not that I need distrust you,

But in plain speech you shall learn

All that you ask for; and yet e'en telling I lament

The god-sent tempest, and dissolution

Of my formâ€”whence to me miserable it came.

For always visions in the night, moving about

My virgin chambers, enticed me

With smooth words: "O greatly happy virgin,

Why be a virgin long? is permitted to obtain

The greatest marriage. For Zeus with love's dart

Has been warmed by thee, and wishes to unite

In love; but do thou, O child, spurn not the couch

Of Zeus, but go out to Lerna's deep

Morass, and stables of thy father's herds,

That the divine eye may cease from desire."

With such dreams every night

Was I unfortunate distressed, till I dared tell

My father of the night-wandering visions.

And he to Pytho and Dodona frequent

Prophets sent, that he might learn what it was necessary

He should say or do, to do agreeably to the gods.

And they came bringing ambiguous

Oracles, darkly and indistinctly uttered.

But finally a plain report came to Inachus,

Clearly enjoining him and telling

Out of my home and country to expel me,

Discharged to wander to the earth's last bounds;

And if he was not willing, from Zeus would come

A fiery thunderbolt, which would annihilate all his race.

Induced by such predictions of the Loxian,

Against his will he drove me out,

And shut me from the houses; but Zeus' rein

Compelled him by force to do these things.

Immediately my form and mind were

Changed, and horned, as you behold, stung

By a sharp-mouthed fly, with frantic leaping

Rushed I to Cenchrea's palatable stream,

And Lerna's source; but a herdsman born-of-earth

Of violent temper, Argus, accompanied, with numerous

Eyes my steps observing.

But unexpectedly a sudden fate

Robbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,

By lash divine am driven from land to land.

You hear what has been done; and if you have to say aught,

What's left of labors, speak; nor pitying me

Comfort with false words; for an ill

The worst of all, I say, are made-up words.

Ch.Ah! ah! enough, alas!

Ne'er, ne'er did I presume such cruel words

Would reach my ears, nor thus unsightly

And intolerable hurts, sufferings, fears with a two-edged

Goad would chill my soul;

Alas! alas! fate! fate!

I shudder, seeing the state of Io.

Pr.Beforehand sigh'st thou, and art full of fears,

Hold till the rest also thou learn'st.

Ch.Tell, teach; for to the sick 't is sweet

To know the remaining pain beforehand clearly.

Pr.Your former wish ye got from me

With ease; for first ye asked to learn from her

Relating her own trials;

The rest now hear, what sufferings 't is necessary

This young woman should endure from Here.

But do thou, offspring of Inachus, my words

Cast in thy mind, that thou may'st learn the boundaries of the way.

First, indeed, hence towards the rising of the sun

Turning thyself, travel uncultivated lands,

And to the Scythian nomads thou wilt come, who woven roofs

On high inhabit, on well-wheeled carts,

With far-casting bows equipped;

Whom go not near, but to the sea-resounding cliffs

Bending thy feet, pass from the region.

On the left hand the iron-working

Chalybes inhabit, whom thou must needs beware,

For they are rude and inaccessible to strangers.

And thou wilt come to the Hybristes river, not ill named,

Which pass not, for not easy is 't to pass,

Before you get to Caucasus itself, highest

Of mountains, where the stream spurts out its tide

From the very temples; and passing over

The star-neighbored summits, 't is necessary to go

The southern way, where thou wilt come to the man-hating

Army of the Amazons, who Themiscyra one day

Will inhabit, by the Thermedon, where's

Salmydessia, rough jaw of the sea,

Inhospitable to sailors, stepmother of ships;

They will conduct thee on thy way, and very cheerfully.

And to the Cimmerian isthmus thou wilt come,

Just on the narrow portals of a lake, which leaving

It behooves thee with stout heart to pass the MÅ“otic straits;

And there will be to mortals ever a great fame

Of thy passage, and Bosphorus from thy name

'T will be called. And leaving Europe's plain

The continent of Asia thou wilt reach.â€”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.

Io.By what one will the tyrant's power be robbed?

Pr.Himself, by his own senseless counsels.

Io.In what way show, if there's no harm.

Pr.He will make such a marriage as one day he'll repent.

Io.Of god or mortal? If to be spoken, tell.

Pr.What matters which? For these things are not to be told.

Io.By a wife will he be driven from the throne?

Pr.Ay, she will bring forth a son superior to his father.

Io.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 ...

Passing through the tumult of the sea, until you reach

The Gorgonian plains of Cisthene, where

The Phorcides dwell, old virgins,

Three, swan-shaped, having a common eye,

One-toothed, whom neither the sun looks on

With his beams, nor nightly moon ever.

And near, their winged sisters three,

Dragon-scaled Gorgons, odious to men,

Whom no mortal beholding will have breath;

Such danger do I tell thee.

But hear another odious sight;

Beware the gryphons, sharp-mouthed

Dogs of Zeus, which bark not, and the one-eyed Arimaspian

Host, going on horseback, who dwell about

The golden-flowing flood of Pluto's channel;

These go not near. But to a distant land

Thou 'lt come, a dusky race, who near the fountains

Of the sun inhabit, where is the Ã†thiopian river.

Creep down the banks of this, until thou com'st

To a descent, where from Byblinian mounts

The Nile sends down its sacred palatable stream.

This will conduct thee to the triangled land

Nilean, where, Io, 't is decreed

Thou and thy progeny shall form the distant colony.

If aught of this is unintelligible to thee, and hard to be found out,

Repeat thy questions, and learn clearly;

For more leisure than I want is granted me.

Ch.If to her aught remaining or omitted

Thou hast to tell of her pernicious wandering,

Speak; but if thou hast said all, give us

The favor which we ask, for surely thou remember'st.

Pr.The whole term of her traveling has she heard.

But that she may know that not in vain she hears me,

I'll tell what before coming hither she endured,

Giving this as proof of my relations.

The great multitude of words I will omit,

And proceed unto the very limit of thy wanderings.

When, then, you came to the Molossian ground,

And near the high-ridged Dodona, where

Oracle and seat is of Thesprotian Zeus,

And prodigy incredible, the speaking oaks,

By whom you clearly, and naught enigmatically,

Were called the illustrious wife of Zeus

About to be, if aught of these things soothes thee;

Thence, driven by the fly, you came

The seaside way to the great gulf of Rhea,

From which by courses retrograde you are now tempest-tossed.

But for time to come the sea gulf,

Clearly know, will be called Ionian,

Memorial of thy passage to all mortals.

Proofs to thee are these of my intelligence,

That it sees somewhat more than the apparent.

But the rest to you and her in common I will tell,

Having come upon the very track of former words.

There is a city Canopus, last of the land,

By Nile's very mouth and bank;

There at length Zeus makes thee sane,

Stroking with gentle hand, and touching only.

And, named from Zeus' begetting,

Thou wilt bear dark Epaphus, who will reap

As much land as broad-flowing Nile doth water;

And fifth from him, a band of fifty children

Again to Argos shall unwilling come,

Of female sex, avoiding kindred marriage

Of their cousins; but they, with minds inflamed,

Hawks by doves not far left behind,

Will come pursuing marriages

Not to be pursued, but heaven will take vengeance on their bodies;

For them Pelasgia shall receive by Mars

Subdued with woman's hand with night-watching boldness.

For each wife shall take her husband's life,

Staining a two-edged dagger in his throat.

Such 'gainst my foes may Cypris come.â€”

But one of the daughters shall love soften

Not to slay her bedfellow, but she will waver

In her mind; and one of two things will prefer,

To hear herself called timid, rather than stained with blood;

She shall in Argos bear a royal race.â€”

Of a long speech is need this clearly to discuss.

From this seed, however, shall be born a brave,

Famed for his bow, who will release me

From these sufferings. Such oracle my ancient

Mother told me, Titanian Themis;

But how and by what means, this needs long speech

To tell, and nothing, learning, wilt thou gain.

Io.Ah me! ah wretched me?

Spasms again and brain-struck

Madness burn me within, and a fly's dart

Stings me,â€”not wrought by fire.

My heart with fear knocks at my breast,

And my eyes whirl round and round,

And from my course I'm borne by madness'

Furious breath, unable to control my tongue;

While confused words dash idly

'Gainst the waves of horrid woe.

Ch.Wise, wise indeed was he,

Who first in mind

This weighed, and with the tongue expressed,

To marry according to one's degree is best by far;

Nor, being a laborer with the hands,

To woo those who are by wealth corrupted,

Nor, those by birth made great.

Never, never me

Fates ...

May you behold the sharer of Zeus' couch.

Nor may I be brought near to any husband among those from heaven,

For I fear, seeing the virginhood of Io,

Not content with man, through marriage vexed

With these distressful wanderings by Here.

But for myself, since an equal marriage is without fear,

I am not concerned lest the love of the almighty

Gods cast its inevitable eye on me.

Without war, indeed, this war, producing

Troubles; nor do I know what would become of me;

For I see not how I should escape the subtlety of Zeus.

Pr.Surely shall Zeus, though haughty now,

Yet be humble, such marriage

He prepares to make, which from sovereignty

And the throne will cast him down obscure; and Father Kronos'

Curse will then be all fulfilled,

Which falling from the ancient seats he imprecated.

And refuge from such ills none of the gods

But I can show him clearly.

I know these things, and in what manner. Now, therefore,

Being bold, let him sit trusting to lofty

Sounds, and brandishing with both hands his fire-breathing weapon,

For naught will these avail him, not

To fall disgracefully intolerable falls;

Such wrestler does he now prepare,

Himself against himself, a prodigy most hard to be withstood;

Who, indeed, will invent a better flame than lightning,

And a loud sound surpassing thunder;

And shiver the trident, Neptune's weapon,

The marine earth-shaking ail.

Stumbling upon this ill he'll learn

How different to govern and to serve.

Ch.Ay, as you hope you vent this against Zeus.

Pr.What will be done, and also what I hope, I say.

Ch.And are we to expect that any will rule Zeus?

Pr.Even than these more grievous ills he'll have.

Ch.How fear'st thou not, hurling such words?

Pr.What should I fear, to whom to die has not been fated?

Ch.But suffering more grievous still than this he may inflict.

Pr.Then let him do it; all is expected by me.

Ch.Those reverencing Adrastia are wise.

Pr.Revere, pray, flatter each successive ruler.

Me less than nothing Zeus concerns.

Let him do, let him prevail this short time

As he will, for long he will not rule the gods,â€”

But I see here, indeed, Zeus' runner,

The new tryant's drudge;

Doubtless he brings some new message.

Prometheus,Chorus,andHermes.

Her.To thee, the sophist, the bitterly bitter,

The sinner against gods, the giver of honors

To ephemerals, the thief of fire, I speak;

The Father commands thee to tell the marriage

Which you boast, by which he falls from power;

And that, too, not enigmatically,

But each particular declare; nor cause me

Double journeys, Prometheus; for thou see'st that

Zeus is not appeased by such.

Pr.Solemn-mouthed and full of wisdom

Is thy speech, as of the servant of the gods.

Ye newly rule, and think forsooth

To dwell in griefless citadels; have I not seen

Two tyrants fallen from these?

And third I shall behold him ruling now,

Basest and speediest. Do I seem to thee

To fear and shrink from the new gods?

Nay, much and wholly I fall short of this.

The way thou cam'st go through the dust again;

For thou wilt learn naught which thou ask'st of me.

Her.Ay, by such insolence before

You brought yourself into these woes.

Pr.Plainly know, I would not change

My ill fortune for thy servitude,

For better, I think, to serve this rock

Than be the faithful messenger of Father Zeus.

Thus to insult the insulting it is fit.

Her.Thou seem'st to enjoy thy present state.

Pr.I enjoy? Enjoying thus my enemies

Would I see; and thee 'mong them I count.

Her.Dost thou blame me for aught of thy misfortunes?

Pr.In plain words, all gods I hate,

As many as well treated wrong me unjustly.

Her.I hear thee raving, no slight ail.

Pr.Ay, I should ail, if ail one's foes to hate.

Her.If prosperous, thou couldst not be borne.

Pr.Ah me!

Her.This word Zeus does not know.

Pr.But time growing old teaches all things.

Her.And still thou know'st not yet how to be prudent.

Pr.For I should not converse with thee a servant.

Her.Thou seem'st to say naught which the Father wishes.

Pr.And yet his debtor I'd requite the favor.

Her.Thou mock'st me verily as if I were a child.

Pr.And art thou not a child, and simpler still than this,

If thou expectest to learn aught from me?

There is not outrage nor expedient, by which

Zeus will induce me to declare these things,

Before he loose these grievous bonds.

Let there be hurled, then, flaming fire,

And the white-winged snows, and thunders

Of the earth, let him confound and mingle all.

For none of these will bend me till I tell

By whom 't is necessary he should fall from sovereignty.

Her.Consider now if these things seem helpful.

Pr.Long since these were considered and resolved.

Her.Venture, O vain one, venture, at length,

In view of present sufferings to be wise.

Pr.In vain you vex me, as a wave, exhorting.

Ne'er let it come into thy mind that I, fearing

Zeus' anger, shall become woman-minded,

And beg him, greatly hated,

With womanish upturnings of the hands,

To loose me from these bonds. I am far from it.

Her.Though saying much I seem in vain to speak;

For thou art nothing softened nor appeased

By prayers; but champing at the bit like a new-yoked

Colt, thou strugglest and contend'st against the reins.

But thou art violent with feeble wisdom.

For stubbornness to him who is not wise,

Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.

But consider, if thou art not persuaded by my words,

What storm and triple surge of ills

Will come upon thee, not to be avoided; for first this rugged

Cliff with thunder and lightning flame

The Father'll rend, and hide

Thy body, and a strong arm will bury thee.

When thou hast spent a long length of time,

Thou wilt come back to light; and Zeus'

Winged dog, a bloodthirsty eagle, ravenously

Shall tear the great rag of thy body,

Creeping an uninvited guest all day,

And banquet on thy liver black by eating.

Of such suffering expect not any end,

Before some god appear

Succeeding to thy labors, and wish to go to rayless

Hades, and the dark depths of Tartarus.

Therefore deliberate; since this is not made

Boasting, but in earnest spoken;

For to speak falsely does not know the mouth

Of Zeus, but every word he does. So

Look about thee, and consider, nor ever think

Obstinacy better than prudence.

Ch.To us indeed Hermes appears to say not unseasonable things,

For he directs thee, leaving off

Self-will, to seek prudent counsel.

Obey; for it is base to err, for a wise man.

Pr.To me foreknowing these messages

He has uttered, but for a foe to suffer ill

From foes is naught unseemly.

Therefore 'gainst me let there be hurled

Fire's double-pointed curl, and air

Be provoked with thunder, and a tumult

Of wild winds; and earth from its foundations

Let a wind rock, and its very roots,

And with a rough surge mingle

The sea waves with the passages

Of the heavenly stars, and to black

Tartarus let him quite cast down my

Body, by necessity's strong eddies.

Yet after all he will not kill me.

Her.Such words and counsels you may hear

From the brain-struck.

For what lacks he of being mad?

And if prosperous, what does he cease from madness?

Do you, therefore, who sympathize

With this one's suffering,

From these places quick withdraw somewhere,

Lest the harsh bellowing thunder

Stupefy your minds.

Ch.Say something else, and exhort me

To some purpose; for surely

Thou hast intolerably abused this word.

How direct me to perform a baseness?

I wish to suffer with him whate'er is necessary,

For I have learned to hate betrayers;

Nor is the pest

Which I abominate more than this.

Her.Remember, then, what I foretell;

Nor by calamity pursued

Blame fortune, nor e'er say

That Zeus into unforeseen

Ill has cast you; surely not, but yourselves

You yourselves; for knowing,

And not suddenly nor clandestinely,

You'll be entangled through your folly

In an impassable net of woe.

Pr.Surely indeed, and no more in word,

Earth is shaken;

And a hoarse sound of thunder

Bellows near; and wreaths of lightning

Flash out fiercely blazing, and whirlwinds dust

Whirl up; and leap the blasts

Of all winds, 'gainst one another

Blowing in opposite array;

And air with sea is mingled;

Such impulse against me from Zeus,

Producing fear, doth plainly come.

O revered Mother, O Ether

Revolving common light to all,

You see me, how unjust things I endure!

ELYSIUM

Olympia ii, 109-150

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