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PROMETHEUS. / I hear the trumpet of Alectryon / Proclaim the dawn. The stars begin to fade, / And all the heavens are full of prophecies / And evil auguries. Blood-red last night / I saw great Kronos rise; the crescent moon / Sank through the mist, as if it were the scythe / His parricidal hand had flung far down / The western steeps. O ye Immortal Gods, / What evil are ye plotting and contriving?
(HERMES and PANDORA at the threshold.)