PROMETHEUS BOUND
With him that now hath anguish. Quick of wing
Pain now alights on this one, now on that.
CHORUS
Thou hast utter'd a word
That our ears have heard
No wise unwilling.
And this my wind-precipitate chair
With light foot leaving, I quit the air, 280
The birds' pure path, and draw anear
To Earth's rough places, intent to hear
Thy pains to the last fulfilling.
[While the Chorus descend, Okeanos comes up,
riding upon a winged beast.]
OKEANOS
My long way, lo it is overpast,
And I win to thee thus, Prometheus, at last,
This flying creature, whereon I sit,
Guiding by thought, without bridle or bit,
And in these thy troubles, I do thee to know,
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