CHORUS.
And mighty Jove himself must yield to them?
PROMETHEUS.
No more than others Jove can 'scape his doom.
CHORUS.
There's some dread mystery in thy speech
Close-veiled.
PROMETHEUS.
* * * * The truth thou'lt know
In fitting season; now it lies concealed
In deepest darkness; for relenting Jove
Himself must woo this secret from my breast.
(This secret—so it is told in the old myths—is that Jove is to meet his own downfall through an unfortunate marriage, and Prometheus is in possession of the details which would enable Jove to avoid the doom.)