PROMETHEUS. Look, with what indignities I am tormented, to endure these trials for endless years!
PROMETHEUS. I thank you for that, and I shall never cease to be grateful; you are certainly not short of zeal. But don't make the effort. Any effort you make for me, if you do make one, will be wasted and will do no good. Keep quiet, and keep yourself out of harm's way. Even if my fortunes are poor, I wouldn't for that reason want suffering to strike as many others as possible! (340-346)
IO. What land, what people are these? Who should I say this that I see, wind-battered, harnessed to the rocks? For what crime are you thus being murdered? (562-563)