PROMETHEUS BOUND
To be, if to thine ear such name come kindly,—
Thence thy tormentor prick'd thee on to fly
The way of the sea to that great Gulf of Rhea,
Wherefrom again thou art beaten back, storm-driven
In course ungovern'd. Know in time to come
That salt sea firth shall be Ionian call'd, 840
Eternal record of thy transient feet.
These signs I give thee of my heart's discernment,
That further it pierces than the eye can see.
And for the rest, to you and her alike
Will I take up my rede, even where it left
The footprints of my old discourse.
There is a city, call'd Kanobos, last
On that land's border, by the very mouth
And bankèd silt of Nile: there Zeus disburdens
Thy mind of madness, laying his hand upon thee,
That quencheth fear: he shall no more but touch.
And thou shalt bear a son and call his name,
After the wondrous gendering of Zeus, 850
Epaphos, dusky-favour'd, who shall hold
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