PROMETHEUS BOUND
OKEANOS
Thy fortunes, O Prometheus, lesson me.
PROMETHEUS
Good then, depart: God speed thee, hold thou fast
Thy present mind.
OKEANOS
Or ever that thy word
Was utter'd, I had set my face to go:
For this my four-foot bird begins to winnow
The air, his buxom path: full fain, I wot,
In his own steading will he double knee.
[Okeanos departs.
CHORUS
I wail, Prometheus, Woe for thy plague appalling; 400
And mine eyes are fountains of tears, that incessant falling
Make wet my cheek with their springs.
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