PROMETHEUS. Why comest thou hither So early in the dawn?
HERMES. The Immortal Gods Know naught of late or early. Zeus himself The omnipotent hath sent me.
PROMETHEUS. For what purpose?
HERMES. To bring this maiden to thee.
PROMETHEUS. I mistrust The Gods and all their gifts. If they have sent her It is for no good purpose.
HERMES. What disaster Could she bring on thy house, who is a woman?
PROMETHEUS. The Gods are not my friends, nor am I theirs. Whatever comes from them, though in a shape As beautiful as this, is evil only. Who art thou?
PANDORA. One who, though to thee unknown, Yet knoweth thee.
PROMETHEUS. How shouldst thou know me, woman?
PANDORA. Who knoweth not Prometheus the humane?