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Rh And now with light foot the swift-rushing

Seat leaving, and the pure ether,

Path of birds, to this peaked

Ground I come; for thy misfortunes

I wish fully to hear.

Oc. I come to the end of a long way

Traveling to thee, Prometheus,

By my will without bits directing

This wing-swift bird;

For at thy fortunes know I grieve.

And, I think, affinity thus

Impels me, but apart from birth,

There's not to whom a higher rank

I would assign than thee.

And you will know these things as true, and not in vain

To flatter with the tongue is in me. Come, therefore,

Show how it is necessary to assist you;

For never will you say, than Ocean

There's a firmer friend to thee. Pr. Alas! what now? And you, then, of my sufferings

Come spectator? How didst thou dare, leaving

The stream which bears thy name, and rock-roofed

Caves self-built, to the iron-mother