"Chorus: Let not thy love to man o'erleap the bounds Of reason, nor neglect thy wretched state: So my fond hope suggests thou shalt be free From these base chains, nor less in power than Jove. Prometheus: Not thus—it is not in the that thus These things should end; crush'd with a thousand wrongs, A thousand woes, I shall escape these chains. Necessity is stronger far than art. Chorus: Who then is ruler of necessity? Prometheus: The triple Fates and unforgetting Furies. Chorus: Must Jove then yield to their superior power? Prometheus: He no way shall escape his destined fate."