SCENE I.
PROMETHEUS UNBOUND.
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Ione. Sister, I hear the thunder of new wings.
Pan. These solid mountains quiver with the sound
Even as the tremulous air; their shadows make
The space within my plumes more black than night.
First Fury.
Driven on whirlwinds fast and far;
It rapt us from red gulfs of war.
Second Fury.
Third Fury.
Fourth Fury.
Where blood with gold is bought and sold;
Fifth Fury.
In which—
