Monologue

Ch Monologue from Prometheus Bound

From Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus

male · anguished · 28 sec

I see, Prometheus: and a fearful mist full of tears darts over mine eyes, as I looked on thy frame withering on the rocks in these galling adamantine fetters: for new pilots are the masters of Olympus; and Jove, contrary to right, lords it with new laws, and things aforetime had in reverence he is obliterating.

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