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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Cimmeria's isthmus, which it thee behoves
To leave, and traverse the Mæotian strait:
And ever among men a mighty fame
Shall mark thy traversing, whence Bosphorus
It shall be called: leaving Europe's plain,
Thy feet shall stand on Asia's continent.
And think ye that the tyrant of the gods
Is obdurate alike in all things? He,
A god, desiring union with this mortal,
Hath smote her with the curse of wandering.
Ah, maiden! thou hast met a cruel spouse;
For all the words, which erewhile thou hast heard,
Are not yet in their prologue.
Io. Woe! woe! woe!
Pro. Thou also dost acclaim and groan! How wilt thou,
What time thou hearest thy remaining griefs?
Io. Some grief remaining canst thou name to me?
Pro. A tempest-troubled sea of fateful woe.
