Ah, you would hardly bear my agonies to whom it is not foredoomed to die; for death would have freed me from my sufferings.But now no limit to my tribulations has been appointed until Zeus is hurled from his sovereignty. IoWhat! Shall Zeus one day be hurled from his dominion? PrometheusYou would rejoice, I think, to see that happen. IoWhy not, since it is at the hand of Zeus that I suffer? PrometheusThen you may assure yourself that these things are true. IoBy whom shall he be despoiled of the sceptre of his sovereignty? PrometheusBy himself and his own empty-headed purposes. IoIn what way? Oh tell me, if there be no harm in telling. PrometheusHe shall make a marriage that shall one day cause him distress. IoWith a divinity or with a mortal? If it may be told, speak out. PrometheusWhy ask with whom? I may not speak of this. IoIs it by his consort that he shall be dethroned? PrometheusYes, since she shall bear a son mightier than his father. IoAnd has he no means to avert this doom? PrometheusNo, none—except me, if I were released from bondage. IoWho then is to release you against the will of Zeus? PrometheusIt is to be one of your own grandchildren. IoWhat did you say? A child of mine will release you from your misery? PrometheusThe third in descent after ten generations.