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138 Aeschylus [381-401]<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

Ay, if in good time we soothe the heart, nor violently repress its tumid<br />

rage.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

In prudent zeal and daring combined, tell me what peril hidden lies.<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

Labor in vain and vain simplicity.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

Leave me, I pry thee, to my mind's disease; for it is well having wisdom<br />

not to appear wise.<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

The folly of thy mission will seem mine.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

It is clear your words dismiss me home.<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

Your tears for me might win hatred for yourself.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

His hatred you mean, who newly wears the sovereignty?<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

Ay, his; beware that you vex not his heart.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

Your calamity, Prometheus, is my teacher.<br />

PROME<strong>THE</strong>US<br />

Be gone, take yourself off, keep your present mind.<br />

OCEANUS<br />

I am gone even with your urgent words. See, the winged beast flutters<br />

the broad path of the air; gladly would he bend the weary knee in his<br />

stall at home.<br />

(OCEANUS departs as the CHORUS begins its song.)<br />

CHORUS<br />

I mourn, O Prometheus, for thee,<br />

I wail for thy hapless fate;<br />

And tears in a melting flood<br />

Flow down from the fount of my eyes,<br />

strophe I

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