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PROMETHEUS BOUND
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Prometheus

I see a fool's good nature, useless toil.


Oceanus

Let me be sick of that disease; I know,
Loyalty, masked as folly, wins the way.


Prometheus

But of thy blunder I shall bear the blame.


Oceanus

Clearly, thy word would send me home again.


Prometheus

Lest thy lament for me should bring thee hate.


Oceanus

Hate from the newly-throned Omnipotence?


Prometheus

Be heedful—lest his will be wroth with thee!


Oceanus

Thy doom, Prometheus, cries to me Beware !


Prometheus

Mount, make away, discretion at thy side!