unsigned, undated

pencil u.c. Act 3 Page 1; Prometheus – (in his workshop.)/End of Act 3 So here I stand, fashioning/Creatures like to myself/A race in my own image/To suffer, weep, enjoy pleasure & joy,/And like myself/To hold you in scorn; c. Cover up your sky, O Zeus/with a pile of clouds; l.c.r. O heart burning in saintliness/you have no duty save that to your(self)/in your youth & your goodness, in your (sins)/your ardour addressed its gratitude/To the Almighty sleeper