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For us to say were thankless to ourselves 285 (269)
And pain to thee. Rather let us forbear
From talk of these things, and do thou seek out
For some releasement from thine agony.
Prometheus.
An easy tale for one who has his foot
Without the toils to teach and lecture him 290 (272)
Who feels the actual ill. But I indeed
Was well prepared for all befallen me.
With intent I sinned, with intent—I hide it not:
By helping men I gained myself these pangs.
Yet thought I not by such a punishment 295 (276)
To waste away amid these high-poised rocks,
Doomed to this barren solitary peak.
But ye, bewail not my now present woes,
But light down on the ground, and to the fate
In store for me give ear: so thoroughly 300 (281)
Shall ye know all. Yield to my asking, yield;
Bear so much part with the sufferer. Even thus
Winged trouble flits from each to each by turn.
