Heph. Let us withdraw, for he has a net about his limbs.
Kr. There now insult, and the shares of gods
Plundering on ephemerals bestow; what thee
Can mortals in these ills relieve?
Falsely thee the divinities Prometheus
Call; for you yourself need one foreseeing
In what manner you will escape this fortune.
Prometheus, alone.
O divine ether, and ye swift-winged winds,
Fountains of rivers, and countless smilings