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Rh Oc. Plainly homeward thy words remand me.

Pr. Aye, let not grief for me into hostility cast thee.

Oc. To the new occupant of the all-powerful seats?

Pr. Beware lest ever his heart be angered.

Oc. Thy fate, Prometheus, is my teacher.

Pr. Go thou, depart; preserve the present mind.

Oc. To me rushing this word you utter.

For the smooth path of the air sweeps with his wings

The four-legged bird; and gladly would

In the stalls at home bend a knee.

Ch. I mourn for thee thy ruinous

Fate, Prometheus,

And tear-distilling from my tender

Eyes a stream has wet

My cheeks with flowing springs;

For these, unenvied, Zeus

By his own laws enforcing,

Haughty above the gods

That were displays his sceptre.

And every region now

With groans resounds,

Mourning the illustrious

And ancient honor

Of thee and of thy kindred;

As many mortals as the habitable seat

Of sacred Asia pasture,

With thy lamentable

Woes have sympathy;

And of the Colchian land, virgin