MIGHT. Now take this adamantine bolt, and force Its point resistless through his rebel breast. HEPHAESTHUS. Alas! alas! Prometheus, but I pity thee! {185} MIGHT. Dost lag again, and for Jove's enemies weep Fond tears? Beware thou have no cause to weep Tears for thyself. HEPHAESTHUS. Thou see'st no sightly sight For eyes to look on. MIGHT. I behold a sower Reaping what thing he sowed. But take these thongs, And bind his sides withal. HEPHAESTHUS. I must! I must! Nor needs thy urging. MIGHT. Nay, but I will urge, Command, and bellow in thine ear! Proceed, Lower--yet lower--and with these iron rings Enclasp his legs. HEPHAESTHUS. 'Tis done, and quickly done. MIGHT. Now pierce his feet through with these nails. Strike hard! There's one will sternly prove thy work, and thee. HEPHAESTHUS. Harsh is thy tongue, and, like thy nature, hard. MIGHT. Art thou a weakling, do not therefore blame The firm harsh-fronted will that suits my office. HEPHAESTHUS. Let us away. He's fettered limb and thew. MIGHT. There lie, and feed thy pride on this bare rock, Filching gods' gifts for mortal men. What man Shall free thee from these woes? Thou hast been called In vain the Provident:[n8] had thy soul possessed The virtue of thy name, thou hadst foreseen These cunning toils, and hadst unwound thee from them. [_Exeunt all, except_ PROMETHEUS, _who is left chained_.