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 Has proved to man the teacher of all arts,

And his chief riches. And this penalty

I pay for my transgressions, rivetted

Here in these chains beneath the open sky.

Ah me! Hush! Hush!

What whisper and what odour comes to me

From some one yet unseen? Is it of gods,

Or mortals, or perchance of both commingled?

Has one come to this world's end peak

To view my anguish?—or with what intent?

Behold me, a most wretched god, in chains,

One counted foe unto Zeus, and so come

Into the hate of all other gods,

Of the gods who resort to the halls of Zeus,

Because I have loved mankind too well.

Woe's me, hark! What is this rustling again?

The air is astir with the flutter of wings!

All that comes near brings me dread.