Page:Prometheus Bound (Webster 1866).djvu/48



Care not for me beyond what I find good.

Needs must I speak since thou so will'st. Then hear.

Not yet. Give us our own share of the pleasure too:

Let us first learn this maiden's malady,

She telling of her perilous haps herself;

Then let her learn from thee her future toils.

Io, be it thy task to do this grace—

The more that these are sisters of thy sire—

For to give vent to sobbings and laments

For evil fortunes, when one so shall earn

Tears from the hearers, is well spent delay.

I know not why I need refuse you this;

Therefore in a plain tale shall ye learn all

Ye care to know. And yet I shame to speak

Wherefore this god-sent storm and this foul change

Of shape came on me, miserable girl.