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kind overdear. Ah! ah! Again I hear a fluttering motion like
birds new come; the air eddies with delicate flurries of wings.
Ah! Who is it hurries? Whatever follows me is fearsome.
(The chorus of Oceanids enters above, where it remains during
the parode.)

Chorus: Fear nothing, for love of you, feeling for your doom,
we whisked away with the wind in swift rivalry of plume;
we worried and won the consent of our sire, then up in the
air we spun higher and higher, for it was that fleeting breeze
who hurried me, bringing the sound of the clang of ircn which
shook my cave’s inmost environ and felled the grave veil of
my modesty ;so, sandalless, on feathered skiff, I set off hastily.
Prometheus: Ah, you sister band in birth, borne by many-
begetting Tethys to your father Oceanus, who whiris about
the whole of earth his slumberiess ebb and flow, behold me,
see me, rent by woe; penned on a crag of this chasm cleft
deep, an unenvied vigil I must keep.

Chorus: I see you, Prometheus, and fill with fears; there
spreads over my eyes a mist steeped in tears, seeing your
body in adamant locks wretchedly wasting away on rocks¢
new pilots guide Olympus’ prow and Zeus holds the helm
with iron hands, steering by new and stern commands;the
new the olden rules disavow, and those ancient mighty ones
are nothing now.

Prometheus: I would he had hurled me underground, under
Hades, host of the dead, or into Tartarus, impassed; I would
that he had savagely wound me in fierce and twisting tangles
that no man or god could mock me, mangled; but whipped
by the winds, like some wretched toy, I blazen miseries my
foes enjoy.

Chorus: Is there a god with heart of stone, can any god,