No More Learning

_ Thou art not inexperienced, nor dost want
My counsel; secure thyself as thou know'st how;
And I against the present fortune will bear up,
Until the thought of Zeus may cease from wrath.

_Oc. _ Know'st thou not this, Prometheus, that
Words are healers of distempered wrath?

_Pr. _ If any seasonably soothe the heart,
And swelling passion check not rudely.

_Oc. _ In the consulting and the daring
What harm seest thou existing? Teach me.

_Pr. _ Trouble superfluous, and light-minded folly.

_Oc. _ Be this my ail then, since it is
Most profitable, being wise, not to seem wise.

_Pr. _ This will seem to be my error.

_Oc.
_ Plainly homeward thy words remand me.

_Pr. _ Aye, let not grief for me into hostility cast thee.

_Oc. _ To the new occupant of the all-powerful seats?

_Pr. _ Beware lest ever his heart be angered.

_Oc. _ Thy fate, Prometheus, is my teacher.

_Pr. _ Go thou, depart; preserve the present mind.

_Oc. _ To me rushing this word you utter.
For the smooth path of the air sweeps with his wings
The four-legged bird; and gladly would
In the stalls at home bend a knee.

PROMETHEUS _and_ CHORUS.

_Ch.