Io.From this doom
Hath he no refuge?
Prometheus.None: or ere that I,
Loosed from these fetters—
Io.Yea—but who shall loose
While Zeus is adverse?
Prometheus.One who is born of thee:
It is ordained so.
Io.What is this thou sayest?
A son of mine shall liberate thee from woe?
Prometheus. After ten generations, count three more,
And find him in the third.
Io.The oracle
Remains obscure.
Prometheus.And search it not, to learn
Thine own griefs from it.
Io.Point me not to a good,
To leave me straight bereaved.
Prometheus.I am prepared
To grant thee one of two things.