Pr. Again dost shriek and heave a sigh? What
Wilt thou do when the remaining ills thou learn'st?
Ch. And hast thou any further suffering to tell her?
Pr. Ay, a tempestuous sea of baleful woe.
Io. What profit, then, for me to live, and not in haste
To cast myself from this rough rock,
That rushing down upon the plain I may be released
From every trouble? For better once for all to die,
Than all my days to suffer evilly.
Pr. Unhappily my trials would'st thou hear,
To whom to die has not been fated;
For this would be release from sufferings;
But now there is no end of ills lying
Before me, until Zeus falls from sovereignty.
Io. And is Zeus ever to fall from power?
Pr. Thou would'st be pleased, I think, to see this accident.
Io. How should I not, who suffer ill from Zeus?
Pr. That these things then are so, be thou assured.
Io. By what one will the tyrant's power be robbed?
