SECOND FURY
  Dost imagine
  We will but laugh into thy lidless eyes?

PROMETHEUS
  I weigh not what ye do, but what ye suffer,
  Being evil. Cruel was the power which called
  You, or aught else so wretched, into light.

THIRD FURY
  Thou think'st we will live through thee, one by one,
  Like animal life, and though we can obscure not
  The soul which burns within, that we will dwell
  Beside it, like a vain loud multitude,
  Vexing the self-content of wisest men;
  That we will be dread thought beneath thy brain,
  And foul desire round thine astonished heart,
  And blood within thy labyrinthine veins
  Crawling like agony?

PROMETHEUS
  Why, ye are thus now;
  Yet am I king over myself, and rule
  The torturing and conflicting throngs within,
  As Jove rules you when Hell grows mutinous.

CHORUS OF FURIES
  From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth,
  Where the night has its grave and the morning its birth,
  Come, come, come!