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its banks and you shall find a cataract, where Nile inclines
its hallowed sinuating stream from the mountains of Bibline;
it will guide you to three-angled Nilotis land, so far from your
native soil, where Fate has planned for you and your prog-
eny to found, Io, a colony. If my meaning in hard to
apprehend question me again and gain your story spoke
forth plain and clear. I have more free time than I wish.
Chorus: If you have missed or circumscribed in your story,
some of her wanderings so dire, so pitiful, tell us of these; but
if you have finished the whoie of your tale, recall our request
and grant what we begged.

Prometheus: She has learned the goal of her journeying.
Yet to assure her my words were not idle I shall list the trials
and troubles she met before hazarding this cliff. The
truth of this tale will be proof of the other. I shall pass
over tedious throngs of words depicting your every woe and
come to the scene of your ramblings’ close. Thus, when you
came to the plains of Molossos and the sheer precipice skirt-
ing Dodona to the prophetic chair of Thesprotian Zeus, that
prodigy most wonderful, the talking oaks, then greeted you
famed wife-to-be of Zeus, in accents grave and unenigmatical.
Is this not so? But stung by the goad away you sprang to-
ward the craggy strand weaving a way to Rhea’s great gulf,
to be buffeted back on your winding course. In time to come
the waters’ cove will bear the name lonian, bruiting a fame
which men will cherish in memory of your crossing over. These
words witness my understanding, which discerns more than
it rendered manifest—but to retrieve the thread of my for-
mer tale—I shall recount its sequel to you jointly. There is a
city Canobus situate at the tip of earth, verging onto the
silty mole and mouth of the Nile, where finally Zeus will heal