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By his own mindless counsels shall he fall.

And how? unless the telling harm, say on!

Wooing a bride, his ruin he shall win.

Goddess, or mortal? tell me, if thou may'st.

No matter which—more must not be revealed.

Doth then a consort thrust him from his throne?

The child she bears him shall o'ercome his sire.

And hath he no avoidance of this doom?

None, surely—till that I, released from bonds—

Who can release thee, but by will of Zeus?