PROMETHEUS BOUND
CHORUS
If aught of her disconsolate pilgrimage
Thou hast not yet utter'd or hast left aside, 820
Speak! but if thou hast told her all, to us
Render our asking;—thou art not unmindful.
PROMETHEUS
She hath heard her faring through to the very end.
Howbeit, that she may know her ears have drunk
No words of wind, I will rehearse the labours
Wrought out ere she came hither: this shall be
The warrant of my tale. Well, the most part
(For many words are tedious) I let go,
And touch the ending. After thou hadst come
To the Molossian crofts, the mountain ridges
About Dodona,—where be oracles 830
And siege of Zeus Thesprotian, and a wonder
Outrunning credit, even the oaks that hold
Familiar converse, which with clear proclaim
Hail'd thee, not darkly, spouse of Zeus Most High
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