PROMETHEUS BOUND
Let one brief word conclude the whole in sum,—
All arts men have by the Provider come.
CHORUS
Yet be not prodigal of care to men,
Cold to thine own distresses. O, my hope
Bears well that thou shalt presently behold
These chains unbolted and thyself in power
No whit inferior to Zeus. 510
PROMETHEUS
Not yet
Lies in the scope of all-dispensing doom
That consummation: first with thousand throes
And aches must I be plied, ere loosing come.
Strong truly is craft, but stronger far is Fate.
CHORUS
And of strong Fate who has the helm, and steers?
PROMETHEUS
The Three Weird Queens, the Avengers who forget not.
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