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That I may never live to see the day

When Zeus takes me for his bedfellow; or

Draw near in love to husband from on high.

For I am full of fear when I behold

Io, the maid no human love may fold,

And her virginity disconsolate,

Homeless and husbandless by Hera's hate.

For me, when love is level, fear is far.

May none of all the Gods that greater are

Eve me with his unshunnable regard;

Fir in that warfare victory is hard,

And of that plenty cometh emptiness.

What should befall me then I dare not guess;

Nor whither I should flee that I might shun

The craft and subtlety of Cronos' Son.

PROMETHEUS

I tell thee that the self-willed pride of Zeus

Shall surely be abased; that even now

He plots a marriage that shall hurl him forth

Far out of sight of his imperial throne

And kingly dignity. Then, in that hour,

Shall be fulfilled, nor in one tittle fail,

The curse wherewith his father Cronos cursed him,

What time he fell from his majestic place

Established from of old. And such a stroke

None of the Gods save me could turn aside.

I know these things shall be and on what wise.

Therefore let him secure him in his seat,

And put his trust in airy noise, and swing

His bright, two-handed, blazing thunderbolt,

For these shall nothing stead him, nor avert

Fall insupportable and glory humbled.

A wrestler of such might he maketh ready

For his own ruin; yea, a wonder, strong

In strength unmatchable; and he shall find

Fire that shall set at naught the burning bolt

And blasts more dreadful that o'er-crow the thunder.

The pestilence that scourgeth the deep seas

And shaketh solid earth, the three-pronged mace,

Poseidon's spear, a mightier shall scatter;

And when he stumbleth striking there his foot,

Fallen on evil days, the tyrant's pride

Shall measure all the miserable length

That parts rule absolute from servitude.

CHORUS

Methinks the wish is father to the thought

And whets thy railing tongue.

PROMETHEUS

Not so: the wish And the accomplishment go hand in hand.

CHORUS

Then must we look for one who shall supplant

And reign instead of Zeus?

Far, far more grievous shall bow down his neck.

CHORUS

Hast thou no fear venting such blasphemy?

PROMETHEUS

What should I fear who have no part nor lot

In doom of dying?

CHORUS

But he might afflict the

With agony more dreadful, pain beyond

These pains.

PROMETHEUS

Why let him if he will

All evils I foreknow.

CHORUS

Ah, they are wise

Who do obeisance, prostrate in the dust,

To the implacable, eternal Will.

PROMETHEUS

Go thou and worship; fold thy hands in prayer,

And be the dog that licks the foot of power!

Nothing care I for Zeus; yea, less than naught!

Let him do what he will, and sway the world

His little hour; he has not long to lord it

Among the Gods.

Oh here here runner comes

The upstart tyrant's lacquey! He'll bring news,

A message, never doubt it, from his master.



Enter HERMES.



Hermes. You, the sophistical rogue, the heart of gall,

The renegade of heaven, to short-lived men

Purveyor of prerogatives and tities,

Fire-thief! Dost hear me? I've a word for thee.

Thou'rt to declare-this is the Father's pleasure

These marriage-feasts of thine, whereof thy tongue

Rattles a-pace, and by the which his greatness

Shall take a fall. And look you rede no riddles,

But tell the truth, in each particular

Exact. I am not to sweat for thee, Prometheus,

Upon a double journey. And thou seest

Zeus by thy dark defiance is not moved.

PROMETHEUS

A very solemn piece of insolence

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