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Such as thy shape is, such I find thy tongue.

Thou, be thou tender: only blame not me,

=Because I am hard of heart and harsh of mood.

Let us go. The web is woven. He is fast.

There, do thy pleasure there! Ravish and give

To children of a day the things of gods.

Look now, what lightest parcel of thy pain

Can men abate for thee? A name ill-sorting

Thou bear'st in Heaven, Prometheus: for thyself

Thou hast much need, Provider, to provide,—

Some way to get thee from this cunning toil.

[ and ''depart, leaving chained to the rocks, alone''.]