Ocean.
Wise art thou, passing wise, for others’ weal,
For thine own good most foolish. Prithee do not
So stretch thy stubborn whim to pull against
The friends that pull for thee. ’Tis no vain boast;
I know that Jove will hear me.
Prometheus.
Thou art kind;
And for thy kind intent and friendly feeling
Have my best thanks. But do not, I beseech thee,