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PROMETHEUS BOUND

Strength

Then cast them round his arms and with sheer strength
Swing down the hammer, clinch him to the crags.


Hephaestus

Lo, 'tis toward—no weakness in the work!


Strength

Smite harder, wedge it home—no faltering here!
He hath a craft can pass th' impassable!


Hephaestus

This arm is fast, inextricably bound.


Strength

Then shackle safe the other, that he know
His utmost craft is weaker far than Zeus.


Hephaestus

He, but none other, can accuse mine art!


Strength

Now, strong and sheer, drive thro' from breast to back
The adamantine wedge's stubborn fang.


Hephaestus

Alas, Prometheus! I lament thy pain.