PROMETHEUS BOUND.
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Prometheus, Chorus, and Oceanus.
Oceanus.
Prometheus, unto thee;
My steed's wing'd course by counsel bending;
Of bridle he is free.
Behold, I sorrow in thy woe!
I ween that mutual kindred so
Impels me; but, without our line,
The fate of none would I combine
With blessing, more than thine.
My faithfulness thy soul will know;
No flatteries false my lips attend;
Then, can I serve thee, troubled thus?
Thou shalt not say thou hast a friend
Firmer than Oceanus.
Pro. Ha! what is this? Thou, too, of my distress
