SCENE.-STRENGTH and FORCE, HEPHASTUS and PROMETHEUS, at the Rocks. Strength. WE reach the utmost limit of the earth, The Scythian track, the desert without man,— This guilty god! Because he filched away Presents a deed for doing.-No more!—but I, That I must dare it,—and our Zeus commands Scorched in the sun's clear heat, shall fade away, Strength. Be it so. Why loiter in vain pity? Why not hate A god the gods hate?—one too who betrayed Hephaestus. An awful thing Grant it be; Is kinship joined to friendship. Strength. Is disobedience to the Father's word A possible thing? Dost quail not more for that? Hephaestus. Thou, at least, art a stern one! ever bold! Strength. Why, if I wept, it were no remedy! And do not thou spend labor on the air To bootless uses. Hephaestus. Cursed handicraft! I curse and hate thee, O my craft! Except to rule the gods. There is none free Except King Zeus. Hephaestus. I know it very well: I argue not against it. Why not, then, Strength. Make haste, and bind the fetters over HIM, Lest Zeus behold thee lagging. Wedge him in deeper, The work is done, Still faster grapple him,leave no inch to stir! Here's an arm, at least, Now, then, clench along He's terrible for finding a way out Where others could not. The other strongly. Let the sophist learn He's duller than our Zeus. Hephaestus. Accuse me justly! Strength. Oh, none but HE Now, straight through the chest, Take him and bite him with the clenching tooth Hephaestus. Alas, Prometheus! what thou sufferest here, I sorrow over. Strength. Dost thou shrink again, And breathe groans for the enemies of Zeus ? Hephaestus. Thou dost behold a spectacle that turns The sight o' the eyes to pity. Strength. I behold A sinner suffer his sin's penalty. But lash the thongs about his sides. So much, I must do. Urge no farther than I must. Strength. Ay, but I will urge!-and, with shout on shout, Will hound thee at this quarry! Get thee down Hephaestus. That work was not long doing. Heavily now Let fall the strokes upon the perforant gyves! Gentle and tender! but revile not me For the firm will and the untruckling hate. Be thou Hephaestus. Let us go! He is netted round with chains. Strength. Here, now, taunt on! and having spoiled the gods Of honors, crown withal thy mortal men Why how could they Draw off from thee one single of thy griefs? Methinks the Demons gave thee a wrong name, Prometheus, which means Providence, because Thou dost thyself require a providence, To escape the crushing of this rolling Doom. Prometheus alone. O holy Æther, and swiftwinged Winds, And River-wells, and laughter infinite How, wasted by this woe, I wrestle down the myriad years of Time! The new King of the happy ones sublime Woe, woe! to-day's woe and the coming mor row's, I cover with one groan! And where is found me And yet With an invincible gesture. Yet this curse |