OCEANOS: These words fall on very responsive ears. Already my four-legged bird is pawing the level track of Heaven with his wings, and he will be glad to bend the knee in his own stable. CHORUS: Strophe I cry aloud, Prometheus, and lament your bitter fate, my tender eyes are trickling tears: their fountains wet my cheek. This is a tyrant’s deed; this is unlovely, a thing done by a tyrant’s private laws, and with this thing Zeus shows his haughtiness of temper toward the Gods that were of old. Antistrophe