Prometheus.I have done with wail
For my own griefs, but lately.
Io.Wilt thou not
Vouchsafe the boon to me?
Prometheus.Say what thou wilt,
For I vouchsafe all.
Io.Speak then, and reveal
Who shut thee in this chasm.
Prometheus.The will of Zeus,
The hand of his Hephæstus.
Io.And what crime
Dost expiate so?
Prometheus.Enough for thee I have told
In so much only.
Io.Nay, but show besides
The limit of my wandering, and the time
Which yet is lacking to fulfil my grief.
Prometheus. Why, not to know were better than to know
For such as thou.
Io.Beseech thee, blind me not
To that which I must suffer.