Monologue

Ch Monologue from Prometheus Bound

From Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus

any · anguished · 33 sec

Thou indeed both art bold, and yieldest nought to thy bitter calamities, but art over free in thy language. But piercing terror is worrying my soul; for I fear for thy fortunes. How, when will it be thy destiny to make the haven and see the end of these thy sufferings? for the son of Saturn has manners that supplication cannot reach, and an inexorable heart.

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