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 I come, my weary travel ending, Prometheus, unto thee; My steed's wing'd course by counsel bending; Of bridle he is free. Behold, I sorrow in thy woe! I ween that mutual kindred so Impels me; but, without our line, The fate of none would I combine With blessing, more than thine. My faithfulness thy soul will know; No flatteries false my lips attend; Then, can I serve thee, troubled thus? Thou shalt not say thou hast a friend Firmer than Oceanus. Pro. Ha! what is this? Thou, too, of my distress