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Prometheus Bound.
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Go quickly, lest harsh thunder's bray
With terror smite your soul.


Chorus.

In other style exhort and preach
If to persuade me thou art fain;
For all unbearable this speech
Which from thy lips hath burst amain.
How canst thou bid me consummate
A dastard's part? With him the worst
I'll brave, for I have learn'd to hate 1090
Traitors, than whom no pest is more accursed.


Hermes.

Then my forewarnings mark, nor dare
When tangled in fell ruin's snare
Fortune to blame, nor ever say
That Zeus hath plunged you unaware
In doleful plight;—nay, truly nay,
But ye yourselves; for not untaught,
Not stealthily, by sudden blow,
Ye through sheer folly will be caught
In net of boundless woe. 1100


Prometheus.

And lo in act, in word no more,
Earth totters;—from below
Loud bellows the discordant roar
Of thunder; lightning's wreathèd glow
Blazes around me; dust elate

Rides on the whirlwind; forward leap