PROMETHEUS BOUND
PROMETHEUS
Nay, art thou not? or something yet more green,
If thou hast hope to gather aught from me?
There is no torment, no device, whereby
Zeus shall enforce my lips to let this go, 990
Until these chains injurious be undone.
I have said: and now let fly the sooty flame!
Let all the world become one waste of snow,
Whirl of white feathers, and one roar of thunders
Infernal! Nothing of all that shall bend me,
Nothing shall force from me, what hand of fate
Shall dispossess him from his sovereignty.
HERMES
Look if these things are like to bring thee succour.
PROMETHEUS
Nay, long ago I look'd, and well advised me.
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