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Discover all to us, declare at large

What manner of quarrel Zeus hath fix'd upon thee,

That in such infamous and bitter sort

He handles thee. Resolve us, if no harm.

Of a truth, the speaking of these things is pain,

Silence is pain, all ways are miserable.

When at the first anger arose in Heaven,

And between gods and gods contentious heat,

Some seeking to drive Kronos from his throne

With cry that Zeus should reign, some contrary

Resolv'd that Zeus should never rule the gods,

I then, the best way showing, counsell'd well

My brethren, Titans, sons of Heaven and Earth,

But counsell'd bootless. Cozening stratagem

They scorn'd, and thought in overweening mood

To hold by force their easeful mastery.

Now me my Mother, Themis call'd and Earth,—