Thou art a wise man, thine own wisdom use
To save thyself. For me, I’ll even endure
These pains, till Jove shall please to slack his ire.
Ocean.
Know’st thou not this, Prometheus, that mild words
Are medicines of fierce wrath?[n28]
Prometheus.
They are, when spoken
In a mild hour; but the high-swelling heart
They do but fret the more.