PROMETHEUS BOUND
HERMES
Take heart, O foolish one, take heart at last
To front thy evil case with soberness. 1000
PROMETHEUS
Thou art tedious to me, as whoso should reason
With a sea-wave. Keep far from thee all thought
That I shall ever so much hold in dread
The will of Zeus, that, being unmann'd in soul,
I should intreat that object of huge hate
With womanish upliftings of my palms
To loose me from my bondage. Never! never!
HERMES
By many words, it seems, I but lose breath.
Thou art not melted nor thy heart made soft
By prayers; but gnashing on the snaffle-steel,
Like to a colt new-broke, thou are violent
In fight against the rein. For all that, know 1010
Thy vehement will stands in a weak conceit:
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