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196 From pain; but now of suffering there is

No end in sight till Zeus shall fall.

And shall

Zeus fall? His power be taken from him?—

No matter when if true—

'Twould make thee happy

Methinks, if thou could'st see calamity

Whelm him.

How should it not when all my woes

Are of his sending?

Well, then, thou may'st learn how

These things shall be.

Oh, who will snatch away

The tyrant's rod?

Himself by his own vain

And fond imaginings.

But how? Oh, speak,—

If the declaring draw no evil down!

A marriage he shall make shall vex him sore.

A marriage? Whether of gods or mortals? Speak!

If this be utterable!