MERCURY:
Yet pause, and plunge
Into Eternity, where recorded time,
Even all that we imagine, age on age,
Seems but a point, and the reluctant mind
Flags wearily in its unending flight, _420
Till it sink, dizzy, blind, lost, shelterless;
Perchance it has not numbered the slow years
Which thou must spend in torture, unreprieved?
PROMETHEUS:
Perchance no thought can count them, yet they pass.
MERCURY:
If thou might’st dwell among the Gods the while
Lapped in voluptuous joy? _425
PROMETHEUS:
I would not quit
This bleak ravine, these unrepentant pains.
MERCURY:
Alas! I wonder at, yet pity thee.
PROMETHEUS:
Pity the self-despising slaves of Heaven,
Not me, within whose mind sits peace serene. _430
As light in the sun, throned: how vain is talk!
Call up the fiends.
IONE:
O, sister, look! White fire
Has cloven to the roots yon huge snow-loaded cedar;
How fearfully God’s thunder howls behind!
MERCURY:
I must obey his words and thine: alas! _435
Most heavily remorse hangs at my heart!
PANTHEA:
See where the child of Heaven, with winged feet,
Runs down the slanted sunlight of the dawn.
IONE:
Dear sister, close thy plumes over thine eyes
Lest thou behold and die: they come: they come _440
Blackening the birth of day with countless wings,
And hollow underneath, like death.