Insults, and wrongs, and horrors, should freeze me through,
As with a two-edged sword!
O destiny! destiny! woes most hard to see,
More hard to bear! Alas! poor maid for thee!
Prometheus.
Thy wails anticipate her woes; restrain
Thy trembling tears till thou hast heard the whole.
Chorus.
Proceed: to know the worst some solace brings
To the vexed heart.