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PROMETHEUS BOUND.

Bind communion griefs, with speed
From this region recede,
Lest the thunder's roaring be
Your blaster into idiocy.

Chorus.

Some other counsel, speak, advise,

Whereby thou mayst persuade me aught
For this, by thy perversion, lies
A thing repugnant to my thought.
Wherefore dost thou counsel me
To work out such iniquity?
It is my will to share his fate:
For traitors I have learn'd to hate—
Nor any sin our being bears,
More hateful to my soul than theirs.

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