PROMETHEUS BOUND
PROMETHEUS
What should I dread, whom fate forbids to die?
CHORUS
Nay, hath he not the means to lay on thee
Some yet more grievous travail?
PROMETHEUS
Let him do 't:
I am arm'd in soul for all things.
CHORUS
They are wise
That do obeisance to Necessity.
PROMETHEUS
Go to! fall down, fleech, kiss the lord of the hour:
Of me is Zeus accounted less than naught.
Let him work his will this little space, and lord it
Uncheck'd: his rule shall not endure in heaven. 940
But soft:—I see the courier of heaven's King,
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