These cunning toils, and hadst unwound thee from them.
[Exeunt all, except Prometheus, who is left chained.
Prometheus.[n9]
O divine ether, and swift-winged winds,
And river-fountains, and of ocean waves
The multitudinous laughter,[n10] and thou Earth,
Boon mother of us all, and thou bright round
Of the all-seeing Sun, you I invoke!
Behold what ignominy of causeless wrongs
I suffer from the gods, myself a god.