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 I also am grievèd: blood-fellowship so

Constrains me, I think; and, kinship forgot,

None is I had liefer serve, well wot,

Or in larger measure.

Thou shalt know this is verity: not my way

Is it worship to lavish of lips, for say,

How best should I stead thee? truer lover

Than Okeanos hope not at all to discover,

More prompt to attend thy pleasure.

Ah now! what thing is this? art thou too come

To spy my pains? how foundest heart, forsaking

Thy namesake flood, thy caves of archèd rock,

Unhewn of hand, to visit earth, the world

Whose womb is great with iron? Is it to view

My passion? to bear part in my distresses?

Behold a sight indeed!—the friend of Zeus,

Auxiliar in the framing of his power,

Broken with so great agonies at his hand!