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I fear the fate attending thee,
Where thou shalt voyage ere thou see
The shore of grief: for none can move
The will, or melt the heart of Jove.

Prometheus.

I know that Jove is cruel; that he hath

For his sole justice, his own will.
Yet shall he soft and tender be,
Moved by this threaten'd ill;
And calming his unconquerable wrath,
He shall not hasten less than I,
To concord and to amity.
Cho. Remove the veil from all things, and narrate
In what offences, Jove detecting thee,
Imposed such cruel and dishon'ring woe.
Instruct us, if th' instruction grieve thee not.
Pro. Grievous to me to speak of what is past:
Grievous, to speak not—each way miserable!—