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Why dost thou ask

What I may not declare?

And shall he quit

The throne of all the worlds, by a new spouse

Supplanted?

She will bear to him a child,

And he shall be in might more excellent

Than his progenitor.

And he will find

No way to parry this, strong stroke of fate?

None save my own self—when these bonds are loosed.

And who shall loose them if Zeus wills not?

One

Of thine own seed.

How say'st thou? Shall a child

Of mine release thee?

Son of thine, but son

The thirteenth generation shall beget.

A prophecy oracularly dark.

Then seek not thou to know thine own fate.