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192 Not one there is, not one, that is unblest as I.

But thou—tell me the rest!

Utter the rede of woes to come for me;

Utter the aid, the cure, if aid or cure there be!

Lo, clearly will I show forth all thy quest—

Not in dark speech, but with such simple phrase

As doth befit the utterance of a friend.

I am Prometheus, who gave fire to men.

O daring, proven champion of man's race,

What sin, Prometheus, dost thou thus atone?

One moment since, I told my woes and ceased.

Then should I plead my suit to thee in vain?

Nay, speak thy need; nought would I hide from thee.

Pronounce who nailed thee to the rocky cleft.

Zeus, by intent; Hephaestus, by his hand.