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PROMETHEUS BOUND
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Prometheus
Mark a plain word—I loathe all gods that are,
Who reaped my kindness and repay with wrong.
Hermes
I hear no little madness in thy words.
Prometheus
Madness be mine, if scorn of foes be mad.
Hermes
Past bearing were thy pride, in happiness.
Prometheus
Ah me!
Hermes
Zeus knoweth nought of sorrow's cry!
Prometheus
He shall! Time's lapse bringeth all lessons home.
Hermes
To thee it brings not yet discretion's curb.
Prometheus
No—else I had not wrangled with a slave!
Hermes
Then thou concealest all that Zeus would learn?
