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PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Prometheus, Chorus, and Io.
Io.
The being that I look unto,
Tempested in rock and chain?
For what crime dost thou sustain
Such chastisement? and, oh, declare
Where have I hapless wander'd—where?
Ah me! ah me! ah me!
Again the gad-fly spurs me, wretched maid!
Oh earth, avert the earth-born Argus' shade!
I fear mine eyes should be
On him, the thousand-eyed
Herdsman, who walketh, looking craftily;
Whom, albeit dead, the grave hath fail'd to hide;
But, passing from the shades, who doggeth me,
Making me wander famine-worn beside
The sand-encircled sea:
