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Woe, woe, woe ! Where shall my weary course be done ? What wouklst thou with me, Saturn's son ? m

And in what have I sinned, that I should Sfo Thus yoked to grief by thine hand forever ? Ah, ah ! dost vex me so

That I madden and shiver Stung through with dread ? 675

Flash the fire down to burn me ! Heave the earth up to cover me ! Plunge me in the deep, with the salt waves over me, That the sea-beasts may be fed ! Ο king, do not spurn me ew

In my prayer ! For this wandering ever longer, evermore, Hath overworn me. And I know not on what shore I may rest from my despair. ess

Chorus. Hearest thou what the ox-horned maiden

saith ? 1 Prometheus. How could I choose but hearken what she saith. The frenzied maiden ? — Inachus's child ? — Who love-warms Zeus's heart, and now is lashed By Here's ^ hate along the unending ways ? 690

lo. Who taught thee to articulate that name, — My father's ? Speak to his child By grief and shame defiled ! Who art thou, victim, thou who dost acclaim Mine anguish in true words on the wide air ; ess

^ lo is represented as ox -horned. The ordinary myth said that she was turned into a heifer, but she could not be so represented in the theatre. This verse is better assigned to lo, — " Dost thou hear toe?"

^ The Roman Juno.