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 Wherefrom beneath this anguish am I bent. Grievous to suffer, piteous to behold; And I who pitied man, am deem'd myself Unmeet for pity; but am harp'd on thus By Jove's fell hand, dishonor'd spectacle! Cho. Oh, iron-hearted, formed from the rock, Is he, Prometheus, who lamenteth not Thy woes. I yearned, not to look on them, And, having look'd, mine heart was anguish'd. Pro.Yea; To friends I am a piteous spectacle. Cho. But didst thou not offend in more than this? Pro. I smote with blindness man's prophetic sight, Cho. What drug devising for their malady? Pro. Blind hopes I sent among them. Cho.Mighty help Thereby thou didst afford to men. Pro.Besides, I yielded them the gift of fire—