Io. Has he no way to turn aside that doom?
Prom. No, none; unless I from my bonds be loosed.[[184]]
Io. Who then shall loose thee 'gainst the will of Zeus?
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Prom. It must be one of thy posterity.
Io. What, shall a child of mine free thee from ills?
Prom. Yea, the third generation after ten.[[185]]
Io. No more thine oracles are clear to me.
[*]Prom. Nay, seek not thou thine own drear fate to know.
Io. Do not, a boon presenting, then withdraw it.