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 He dealt their several honours, parcelling

The shares of empire; but of wretched man

He made no count; nay, purposed to efface

His breed, and so create another new.

Then none stood up men's advocate but I.

I dared it; yea, I saved them, that they should not,

Blasted, go out into the place of dreams.

Wherefore I am broken with these agonies,

Bitter to feel and pitiful to see.

I, that with so great pity tender'd man,

Pity myself found none; but mercilessly

Am straiten'd this way, that way, limb by limb,—

A spectacle not glorious to Zeus.

O he were iron-hearted, made of rock,

Who should not bear his part of grief, Prometheus,

In thy distress! for me, would I had never

Beheld it! for, beholding, my heart aches.

Truly my posture well might move my friends.