OCEANUS

Now have I traversed the unending plain

And unto thee, Prometheus, am I come,

Guiding this winged monster with no rein,

Nor any bit, but mind's firm masterdom.

And know that for thy grief my heart is sore;

The bond of kind, methinks, constraineth me;

Nor is there any I would honour more,

Apart from kinship, than I reverence thee.

And thou shalt learn that I speak verity:

Mine is no smooth, false tongue; for do but show

How I can serve thee, grieved and outraged thus,

Thou ne'er shalt say thou hast, come weal, come woe,

A friend more faithful than Oceanus.

PROMETHEUS

How now? Who greets me? What! Art thou too come

To gaze upon my woes? How could'st thou leave

The stream that bears thy name, thine antres arched

With native rock, to visit earth that breeds

The massy iron in her womb?