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 Comest spectator? Wherefore hast thou dared, Leaving the tides that bear thy name, the caves Rock-roof'd and self-create, to visit earth, The mother of this iron? Didst thou come To look upon my griefs, and grieve withal? Behold a spectacle!—me, friend of Jove— Me, the creator of his royalty— Beneath what torture from his hand I bow! Ocea. Prometheus, I behold, and fain would lend Thine ear my chiefest counselling, albeit Thou hast a subtle mind. Know thine own self, And change thy ways, since heav'n hath changed her king; For if thou thus eject stern arrowy words, Though far above thee the Saturnian throne, Jove may attend, and all his present wrath Beseem a very sport at chastisement. Unhappy god! what ire thou hast, expel, And seek an egress from these circling pangs.