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Gaining this drear unneighbored hill.

But bewail not my present woes,

But alighting, the fortunes creeping on

Hear ye, that ye may learn all to the end.

Obey me, obey, sympathize

With him now suffering. Thus indeed affliction,

Wandering round, sits now by one, then by another. Ch. Not to unwilling ears do you urge

This, Prometheus.

And now with light foot the swift-rushing

Seat leaving, and the pure ether,

Path of birds, to this peaked

Ground I come; for thy misfortunes

I wish fully to hear.

Oc. I come to the end of a long way

Traveling to thee, Prometheus,

By my will without bits directing

This wing-swift bird;

For at thy fortunes know I grieve.

And, I think, affinity thus

Impels me, but apart from birth,

There's not to whom a higher rank

I would assign than thee.

And you will know these things as true, and not in vain

To flatter with the tongue is in me. Come, therefore,

Show how it is necessary to assist you;

For never will you say, than Ocean

There's a firmer friend to thee. Pr. Alas! what now? And you, then, of my sufferings