PROMETHEUS BOUND
HEPHAISTOS
Such as thy shape is, such I find thy tongue.
KRATOS
Thou, be thou tender: only blame not me,
=Because I am hard of heart and harsh of mood. 80
HEPHAISTOS
Let us go. The web is woven. He is fast.
KRATOS
There, do thy pleasure there! Ravish and give
To children of a day the things of gods.
Look now, what lightest parcel of thy pain
Can men abate for thee? A name ill-sorting
Thou bear'st in Heaven, Prometheus: for thyself
Thou hast much need, Provider, to provide,—
Some way to get thee from this cunning toil.
[Hephaistos, Kratos and Bia depart,
leaving Prometheus chained to the rocks, alone.]
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