STRENGTH. Lo, the earth’s bound and limitary land, The Scythian steppe, the waste untrod of men! Look to it now, Hephaestus—thine it is, Thy Sire obeying, this arch-thief to clench Against the steep-down precipice of rock, With stubborn links of adamantine chain. Look thou: thy flower, the gleaming plastic fire, He stole and lent to mortal man—a sin That gods immortal make him rue to-day, Lessoned hereby to own th’ omnipotence Of Zeus, and to repent his love to man! HEPHAESTUS. O Strength and Force, for you the best of Zeus Stands all achieved, and nothing bars your will: But I—I dare not bind to storm-vext cleft One of our race, immortal as are we. Yet, none the less, necessity constrains, For Zeus, defied, is heavy in revenge! (_To PROMETHEUS_) O deep-devising child of Themis sage, Small will have I to do, or thou to bear, What yet we must. Beyond the haunt of man Unto this rock, with fetters grimly forged, I must transfix and shackle up thy limbs, Where thou shalt mark no voice nor human form, But, parching in the glow and glare of sun, Thy body’s flower shall suffer a sky-change; And gladly wilt thou hail the hour when Night Shall in her starry robe invest the day, Or when the Sun shall melt the morning rime. But, day or night, for ever shall the load Of wasting agony, that may not pass, Wear thee away; for know, the womb of Time Hath not conceived a power to set thee free. Such meed thou hast, for love toward mankind For thou, a god defying wrath of gods, Beyond the ordinance didst champion men, And for reward shalt keep a sleepless watch, Stiff-kneed, erect, nailed to this dismal rock, With manifold laments and useless cries Against the will inexorable of Zeus. Hard is the heart of fresh-usurpèd power! STRENGTH. Enough of useless ruth! why tarriest thou? Why pitiest one whom all gods wholly hate, One who to man gave o’er thy privilege? HEPHAESTUS. Kinship and friendship wring my heart for him. STRENGTH. Ay—but how disregard our Sire’s command? Is not thy pity weaker than thy fear? HEPHAESTUS. Ruthless as ever, brutal to the full! STRENGTH. Tears can avail him nothing: strive not thou, Nor waste thine efforts thus unaidingly. HEPHAESTUS. Out on my cursed mastery of steel! STRENGTH. Why curse it thus? In sooth that craft of thine Standeth assoiled of all that here is wrought. HEPHAESTUS. Would that some other were endowed therewith! STRENGTH. All hath its burden, save the rule of Heaven, And freedom is for Zeus, and Zeus alone. HEPHAESTUS. I know it; I gainsay no word hereof. STRENGTH. Up, then, and hasten to do on his bonds, Lest Zeus behold thee indolent of will! HEPHAESTUS. Ah well—behold the armlets ready now! STRENGTH. Then cast them round his arms and with sheer strength Swing down the hammer, clinch him to the crags.