Prometheus.
None, but his own pleasure.
Chorus.
And when shall he please? Vain the hope; thou see’st
That thou hast erred; and that thou hast to us
No pleasure brings, to thee excess of pain.
Of this enough. Seek now to cure the evil.
Prometheus.
’Tis a light thing for him whose foot’s unwarped
By misadventure’s meshes to advise