PANDORA. Let me go. I would not be found here. I would not see him.
(She escapes among the trees.)
CHORUS OF DRYADES. Haste and hide thee, Ere too late, In these thickets intricate; Lest Prometheus See and chide thee, Lest some hurt Or harm betide thee, Haste and hide thee!
PROMETHEUS (entering.) Who was it fled from here? I saw a shape Flitting among the trees.
EPIMETHEUS. It was Pandora.
PROMETHEUS. O Epimetheus! Is it then in vain That I have warned thee? Let me now implore. Thou harborest in thy house a dangerous guest.
EPIMETHEUS. Whom the Gods love they honor with such guests.
PROMETHEUS. Whom the Gods would destroy they first make mad.
EPIMETHEUS. Shall I refuse the gifts they send to me?
PROMETHEUS. Reject all gifts that come from higher powers.