Io.

Pr. Thou too in thy turn57 art crying out and moaning: what wilt thou do then, when thou learnest the residue of thy ills?

Pr.

Ch. What! hast thou aught of suffering left to tell to her?

Ch.

Pr. Ay, a tempestuous sea of baleful calamities.

Pr.

Io. What gain then is it for me to live? but why did I not quickly fling myself from this rough precipice, that dashing on the plain I had rid myself of all my pangs? for better is it once to die, than all one's days to suffer ill.

Io.

Pr. Verily thou wouldst hardly bear the agonies of me to whom it is not doomed to die. For this would be an escape from sufferings. But now there is no limit set to my hardships, until Jove shall have been deposed from his tyranny.

Pr.

Io. What! is it possible that Jupiter should ever fall from his power?

Io.

Pr. Glad wouldst thou be, I ween, to witness this event.

Pr.

Io. And how not so, I, who through Jupiter am suffering ill?

Io.

Pr. Well, then, thou mayest assure thyself of these things that they are so.

Pr.

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