PROMETHEUS BOUND
Ye are young, ye are young, rulers of yesterday,
And verily deem ye dwell in citadels
Untouch'd of tears. Have I not known from these
Two monarchs tumbled? and the third, who now
Is sovereign, I shall see the soonest fall
And shamefullest. Behold me! do I tremble,
Do I quail, for these new gods? O far is that 960
Removed from me, the width of the world! Thou then
Trudge, trace again the way thou camest: nothing
Of all thy inquisition shalt thou learn.
HERMES
Such headstrong motions were those same, that erst
Did bear thy vessel on these shoals.
PROMETHEUS
Wot well
I had rather choose these my calamities
Than dance, where thou, attendance.
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