第 8 节
作者:天马行空      更新:2021-02-21 12:21      字数:1479
  Rail not at fortune; but look back
  And these my words recall;
  Neither blame Zeus that he hath sent
  Sorrow no warning word forewent!
  Ye labour for your fall
  With your own hands I Not by surprise
  Nor yet by stealth; but with clear eyes;
  Knowing the thing ye do;
  Ye walk into the yawning net
  That for the feet of is set
  And Ruin spreads for you。
  Exit。
  PROMETHEUS
  The time is past for words; earth quakes
  Sensibly: hark! pent thunder rakes
  The depths; with bellowing din
  Of echoes rolling ever nigher:
  Lightnings shake out their locks of fire;
  The dust cones dance and spin;
  The skipping winds; as if possessed
  By faction…north; south; east and west;
  Puff at each other; sea
  And sky are shook together: Lo
  The swing and fury of the blow
  Wherewith Zeus smiteth me
  Sweepeth apace; and; visibly;
  To strike my heart with fear。 See; see;
  Earth; awful Mother! Air;
  That shedd'st from the revolving sky
  On all the light they see thee by;
  What bitter wrongs I bear!
  The scene closes with earthquake and thunder;
  in the midst of which PROMETHEUS and the DAUGHTERS OF OCEANUS
  sink into the abyss。
  THE END
  。