PROMETHEUS: 
Mother, let not aught
Of that which may be evil, pass again
My lips, or those of aught resembling me. 220
Phantasm of Jupiter, arise, appear!

IONE: 
My wings are folded o’er mine ears: 
My wings are crossed o’er mine eyes: 
Yet through their silver shade appears,
And through their lulling plumes arise, 225
A Shape, a throng of sounds;
May it be no ill to thee
O thou of many wounds! 
Near whom, for our sweet sister’s sake,
Ever thus we watch and wake. 230

PANTHEA: 
The sound is of whirlwind underground,
Earthquake, and fire, and mountains cloven;
The shape is awful like the sound,
Clothed in dark purple, star-inwoven. 
A sceptre of pale gold 235
To stay steps proud, o’er the slow cloud
His veined hand doth hold. 
Cruel he looks, but calm and strong,
Like one who does, not suffers wrong.

PHANTASM OF JUPITER: 
Why have the secret powers of this strange world 240
Driven me, a frail and empty phantom, hither
On direst storms?  What unaccustomed sounds
Are hovering on my lips, unlike the voice
With which our pallid race hold ghastly talk
In darkness?  And, proud sufferer, who art thou? 245

PROMETHEUS: 
Tremendous Image, as thou art must be
He whom thou shadowest forth.  I am his foe,
The Titan.  Speak the words which I would hear,
Although no thought inform thine empty voice.

THE EARTH: 
Listen!  And though your echoes must be mute, 250
Grey mountains, and old woods, and haunted springs,
Prophetic caves, and isle-surrounding streams,
Rejoice to hear what yet ye cannot speak.

PHANTASM: 
A spirit seizes me and speaks within: 
It tears me as fire tears a thunder-cloud. 255

PANTHEA: 
See, how he lifts his mighty looks, the Heaven
Darkens above.

IONE: 
He speaks!  O shelter me!

PROMETHEUS: 
I see the curse on gestures proud and cold,
And looks of firm defiance, and calm hate,
And such despair as mocks itself with smiles, 260
Written as on a scroll:  yet speak!  Oh, speak!

PHANTASM: 
Fiend, I defy thee! with a calm, fixed mind,
All that thou canst inflict I bid thee do;
Foul Tyrant both of Gods and Humankind,
One only being shalt thou not subdue. 265
Rain then thy plagues upon me here,
Ghastly disease, and frenzying fear;
And let alternate frost and fire
Eat into me, and be thine ire
Lightning, and cutting hail, and legioned forms 270
Of furies, driving by upon the wounding storms.