4
PROMETHEUS BOUND.
Nor labour thou for what can profit nought.
Vul.Oh hateful hateful art, learn'd by mine hands!
Strength. Why hate it? For in simple sooth, thine art
Is not the cause of any present ill.
Vul. Would that another used it!
Strength.Every thing
Is full of sorrow, save to rule the gods:—4
For none is free, save Jove.
Vul.I have known that;
And can in nothing contradict thy words.
Strength. Why then not hasten to encompass round
This god with chains, lest Jove behold thee lagging?
Vul. The manacles are here.
Strength.Then, seizing him,
On either side his hands, with nervous might
Strike with the hammer,—fix him to the rocks.
Vul.The work is done, and not imperfectly.
