See where the child of Heaven, with wingèd feet,
  Runs down the slanted sunlight of the dawn.

IONE
  Dear sister, close thy plumes over thine eyes
  Lest thou behold and die; they come--they come--
  Blackening the birth of day with countless wings,
  And hollow underneath, like death.

FIRST FURY
  Prometheus!

SECOND FURY
  Immortal Titan!

THIRD FURY
  Champion of Heaven's slaves!

PROMETHEUS
  He whom some dreadful voice invokes is here,
  Prometheus, the chained Titan. Horrible forms,
  What and who are ye? Never yet there came
  Phantasms so foul through monster-teeming Hell
  From the all-miscreative brain of Jove.
  Whilst I behold such execrable shapes,
  Methinks I grow like what I contemplate,
  And laugh and stare in loathsome sympathy.

FIRST FURY
  We are the ministers of pain, and fear,
  And disappointment, and mistrust, and hate,
  And clinging crime; and as lean dogs pursue
  Through wood and lake some struck and sobbing fawn,
  We track all things that weep, and bleed, and live,
  When the great King betrays them to our will.