Not weaving in enigmas, but in simple speech,
As it is just to open the mouth to friends.
Thou seest the giver of fire to men, Prometheus.
Io. O thou who didst appear a common help to mortals,
Wretched Prometheus, to atone for what do you endure this?
Pr. I have scarce ceased my sufferings lamenting.
Io. Would you not grant this favor to me?
Pr. Say what you ask; for you 'd learn all from me.
Io. Say who has bound thee to the cliff.
Pr. The will, indeed, of Zeus, Hephaistus' hand.
Io. And penalty for what crimes dost thou pay?
Pr. Thus much only can I show thee.
Io. But beside this, declare what time will he
To me unfortunate the limit of my wandering.
Pr. Not to learn is better for thee than to learn these things.
Io. Conceal not from me what I am to suffer.
Pr. Indeed, I grudge thee not this favor.
Io. Why, then, dost thou delay to tell the whole?
Pr. There's no unwillingness, but I hesitate to vex thy mind.
