What mischief lies concealed In this design I know not; but I know Who thinks of marrying hath already taken One step upon the road to penitence.
Such embassies delight me.

Forth I launch On the sustaining air, nor fear to fall Like Icarus, nor swerve aside like him Who drove amiss Hyperion's fiery steeds.
I sink, I fly! The yielding element Folds itself round about me like an arm, And holds me as a mother holds her child.
III TOWER OF PROMETHEUS ON MOUNT CAUCASUS PROMETHEUS.
I hear the trumpet of Alectryon Proclaim the dawn.

The stars begin to fade, And all the heavens are full of prophecies And evil auguries.

Blood-red last night I saw great Kronos rise; the crescent moon Sank through the mist, as if it were the scythe His parricidal hand had flung far down The western steeps.

O ye Immortal Gods, What evil are ye plotting and contriving?
(HERMES and PANDORA at the threshold.) PANDORA.
I cannot cross the threshold.