Fall insupportable and glory humbled.
A wrestler of such might he maketh ready
For his own ruin; yea, a wonder, strong
In strength unmatchable; and he shall find
Fire that shall set at naught the burning bolt
And blasts more dreadful that o'er-crow the thunder.
The pestilence that scourgeth the deep seas
And shaketh solid earth, the three-pronged mace,
Poseidon's spear, a mightier shall scatter;
And when he stumbleth striking there his foot,
Fallen on evil days, the tyrant's pride
Shall measure all the miserable length
That parts rule absolute from servitude.
Chorus.
Methinks the wish is father to the thought
And whets thy railing tongue.
Prometheus.
Not so: the wish
And the accomplishment go hand in hand.
Chorus.
Then must we look for one who shall supplant
And reign instead of Zeus?
Prometheus.
Calamity
Far, far more grievous shall bow down his neck.
Chorus.
Hast thou no fear venting such blasphemy?
Prometheus.
What should I fear who have no part nor lot
In doom of dying?
Chorus.
But he might afflict thee
