OCEANUS.
But in wise thought and venturous essay
Perceivest thou a danger? prithee tell!
PROMETHEUS.
I see a fool’s good nature, useless toil.
OCEANUS.
Let me be sick of that disease; I know,
Loyalty, masked as folly, wins the way.
PROMETHEUS.
But of thy blunder I shall bear the blame.
OCEANUS.
Clearly, thy word would send me home again.
PROMETHEUS.
Lest thy lament for me should bring thee hate.
OCEANUS.
Hate from the newly-throned Omnipotence?
PROMETHEUS.
Be heedful—lest his will be wroth with thee!
OCEANUS.
Thy doom, Prometheus, cries to me Beware!
PROMETHEUS.
Mount, make away, discretion at thy side!