THE EARTH
  They were thine.

PROMETHEUS
  It doth repent me; words are quick and vain;
  Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine.
  I wish no living thing to suffer pain.

THE EARTH
  Misery, oh, misery to me,
  That Jove at length should vanquish thee!
  Wail, howl aloud, Land and Sea,
  The Earth's rent heart shall answer ye!
  Howl, Spirits of the living and the dead,
  Your refuge, your defence, lies fallen and vanquishèd!

FIRST ECHO
  Lies fallen and vanquishèd!

SECOND ECHO
  Fallen and vanquishèd!

IONE
  Fear not: 't is but some passing spasm,
  The Titan is unvanquished still.
  But see, where through the azure chasm
  Of yon forked and snowy hill,