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Prometheus.
To one who well knew all his message should bring
Hath he bayed it out, and that from his foes 1080 (1062)
A foe should bear ills is nothing unwont.
Now let the forked whorls of fire be driven
Against me, and let the air be convulsed
With thunder and rage of boisterous winds,
Let the blast sway the earth to her lowest base,
To the very roots, let it heap the sea wave 1086 (1069)
In lashing surge on the path of heaven's stars,
Let it, whirling me high in resistless wrath,
Dash my body down to deep Tartarus—
He slays me not do what he will. 1090 (1074)
Hermes.
Such counsels are these and such these words
As you shall hear from the stricken in mind.
For how is he short of what madmen are
Who, even thus crushed, cannot cease to rave? 1094 (1078)
But do ye who bear part in his griefs make haste
To go from this place, lest your minds be dazed
By the thunder's pitiless roar.
