by Aeschylus ............................................................................................................................................1

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PROMETHEUS BOUND

by Aeschylus

Characters in the Play

Kratos

Bia

Hephaestus

Prometheus

Chorus of the Oceanides

Oceanus

Hermes

Mountainous country, and in the middle of a deep gorge a Rock, towards which KRATOS and BIA carry the

gigantic form OF PROMETHEUS. HEPHAESTUS follows dejectedly with hammer, nails, chains, etc.

KRATOS

Now have we journeyed to a spot of earth

Remotethe Scythian wild, a waste untrod.

And now, Hephaestus, thou must execute

The task our father laid on thee, and fetter

This malefactor to the jagged rocks

In adamantine bonds infrangible;

For thine own blossom of all forging fire

He stole and gave to mortals; trespass grave

For which the Gods have called him to account,

That he may learn to bear Zeus' tyranny

And cease to play the lover of mankind.

HEPHAESTUS

Kratos and Bia, for ye twain the hest

Of Zeus is done with; nothing lets you further.

But forcibly to bind a brother God,

In chains, in this deep chasm raked by all storms

I have not courage; yet needs must I pluck

Courage from manifest necessity,

For woe worth him that slights the Father's word.

O highsouled son of them is sage in counsel,

With heavy heart I must make thy heart heavy,

In bonds of brass not easy to be loosed,

Nailing thee to this crag where no wight dwells,

Nor sound of human voice nor shape of man

Shall visit thee; but the sunblaze shall roast

Thy flesh; thy hue, flowerfair, shall suffer change;

Welcome will Night be when with spangled robe

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She hides the light of day; welcome the sun

Returning to disperse the frosts of dawn.

And every hour shall bring its weight of woe

To wear thy heart away; for yet unborn

Is he who shall release Chee from thy pain.

This is thy wage for loving humankind.

For, being a God, thou dared'st the Gods' ill will,

Preferring, to exceeding honour, Man.

Wherefore thy long watch shall be comfortless,

Stretched on this rock, never to close an eye

Or bend a knee; and vainly shalt thou lift,

With groanings deep and lamentable cries,

Thy voice; for Zeus is hard to be entreated,

As newborn power is ever pitiless.

KRATOS

Enough! Why palter? Why wast idle pity?

Is not the God Gods loathe hateful to thee?

Traitor to man of thy prerogative?

HEPHAESTUS

Kindred and fellowship are dreaded names.

KRATOS

Questionless; but to slight the Father's word

How sayest thou? Is not this fraught with more dread?

HEPHAESTUS

Thy heart was ever hard and overbold.

KRATOS

But wailing will not ease him! Waste no pains

Where thy endeavour nothing profiteth.

HEPHAESTUS

Oh execrable work! I handicraft!

KRATOS

Why curse thy trade? For what thou hast to do,

Troth, smithcraft is in no wise answerable.

HEPHAESTUS

Would that it were another's craft, not mine!

KRATOS

Why, all things are a burden save to rule

Over the Gods; for none is free but Zeus.

HEPHAESTUS

To that I answer not, knowing it true.

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KRATOS

Why, then, make haste to cast the chains about him,

Lest glancing down on thee the Father's eye

Behold a laggard and a loiterer.

HEPHAESTUS

Here are the iron bracelets for his arms.

KRATOS

Fasten them round his arms with all thy strength!

Strike with thy hammer! Nail him to the rocks!

HEPHAESTUS

'Tis done! and would that it were done less well!

KRATOS

HarderI saystrike harderscrew all tight

And be not in the least particular

Remiss, for unto one of his resource

Bars are but instruments of liberty.

HEPHAESTUS

This forearm's fast: a shackle hard to shift.

KRATOS

Now buckle this! and handsomely! Let him learn

Sharp though he be, he's a dull blade to Zeus.

HEPHAESTUS

None can find fault with this: save him it tortures.

KRATOS

Now take thine iron spike and drive it in,

Until it gnaw clean through the rebel's breast.

HEPHAESTUS

Woe's me, Prometheus, for thy weight of woe!

KRATOS

Still shirking? still agroaning for the foes

Of Zeus? Anon thou'lt wail thine own mishap.

HEPHAESTUS

Thou seest what eyes scarce bear to look upon!

KRATOS

I see this fellow getting his deserts!

But strap him with a gelt about his ribs.

HEPHAESTUS

I do what I must do: for theeless words!

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KRATOS

"Words," quotha? Aye, and shout 'em if need be.

Come down and cast a ringbolt round his legs.

HEPHAESTUS

The thing is featly done; and 'twas quick work.

KRATOS

Now with a sound rap knock the boltpins home!

For heavyhanded is thy taskmaster.

HEPHAESTUS

So villainous a form vile tongue befits.

KRATOS

Be thou the heart of wax, but chide not me

That I am gruffish, stubborn and stiffwilled.

HEPHAESTUS

Oh, come away! The tackle holds him fast.

KRATOS

Now, where thou hang'st insult Plunder the Gods

For creatures of a day! To thee what gift

Will mortals tender to requite thy pains?

The destinies were out miscalling the

Designer: a designer thou wilt need

From trap so well contrived to twist thee free.

Exeunt.

PROMETHEUS.

O divine air Breezes on swift birdwings,

Ye river fountains, and of oceanwaves

The multitudinous laughter Mother Earth!

And thou allseeing circle of the sun,

Behold what I, a God, from Gods endure!

Look down upon my shame,

The cruel wrong that racks my frame,

The grinding anguish that shall waste my strength,

Till time's ten thousand years have measured out their length!

He hath devised these chains,

The new throned potentate who reigns,

Chief of the chieftains of the Blest. Ah me!

The woe which is and that which yet shall be

I wail; and question make of these wide skies

When shall the star of my deliverance rise.

And yetand yetexactly I foresee

All that shall come to pass; no sharp surprise

Of pain shall overtake me; what's determined

Bear, as I can, I must, knowing the might

Of strong Necessity is unconquerable.

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But touching my fate silence and speech alike

Are unsupportable. For boons bestowed

On mortal men I am straitened in these bonds.

I sought the fount of fire in hollow reed

Hid privily, a measureless resource

For man, and mighty teacher of all arts.

This is the crime that I must expiate

Hung here in chains, nailed 'neath the open sky. Ha! Ha!

What echo, what odour floats by with no sound?

Godwafted or mortal or mingled its strain?

Comes there one to this world's end, this mountaingirt ground,

To have sight of my torment? Or of what is he fain?

A God ye behold in bondage and pain,

The foe of Zeus and one at feud with all

The deities that find

Submissive entry to the tyrant's hall;

His fault, too great a love of humankind.

Ah me! Ah me! what wafture nigh at hand,

As of great birds of prey, is this I hear?

The bright air fanned

Whistles and shrills with rapid beat of wings.

There cometh nought but to my spirit brings

Horror and fear.

The DAUGHTERS OF OCEANUS draw near in

midair in their winged chariot.

CHORUS

Put thou all fear away!

In kindness cometh this array

On wings of speed to mountain lone,

Our sire's consent not lightly won.

But a fresh breeze our convoy brought,

For loud the din of iron raught

Even to our seacave's cold recess,

And scared away the meekeyed bashfulness.

I tarried not to tic my sandal shoe

But haste, post haste, through air my winged chariot flew.

PROMETHEUS

Ah me! Ah me!

Fair progeny

That manychilded Tethys brought to birth,

Fathered of Ocean old

Whose sleepless stream is rolled

Round the vast shores of earth

Look on me! Look upon these chains

Wherein I hang fast held

On rocks highpinnacled,

My dungeon and my tower of dole,

Where o'er the abyss my soul,

Sad warder, her unwearied watch sustains!

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CHORUS

Prometheus, I am gazing on thee now!

With the cold breath of fear upon my brow,

Not without mist of dimming tears,

While to my sight thy giant stature rears

Its bulk forpined upon these savage rocks

In shameful bonds the linked adamant locks.

For now new steersmen take the helm

Olympian; now with little thought

Of right, on strange, new laws Zeus stablisheth his realm,

Bringing the mighty ones of old to naught.

PROMETHEUS

Oh that he had conveyed me

'Neath earth, 'neath hell that swalloweth up the dead;

In Tartarus, illimitably vast

With adamantine fetters bound me fast

There his fierce anger on me visited,

Where never mocking laughter could upbraid me

Of God or aught beside!

But now a wretch enskied,

A farseen vane,

All they that hate me triumph in my pain.

CHORUS

Who of the Gods is there so pitiless

That he can triumph in thy sore distress?

Who doth not inly groan

With every pang of thine save Zeus alone?

But he is ever wroth, not to be bent

From his resolved intent

The sons of heaven to subjugate;

Nor shall he cease until his heart be satiate,

Or one a way devise

To hurl him from the throne where he doth monarchize.

PROMETHEUS

Yea, of a suretythough he do me wrong,

Loading my limbs with fetters strong

The president

Of heaven's high parliament

Shall need me yet to show

What new conspiracy with privy blow

Attempts his sceptre and his kingly seat.

Neither shall words with all persuasion sweet,

Not though his tongue drop honey, cheat

Nor charm my knowledge from me; nor dures

Of menace dire, fear of more grievous pains,

Unseal my lips, till he have loosed these chains,

And granted for these injuries redress.

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CHORUS

High is the heart of thee,

Thy will no whit by bitter woes unstrung,

And all too free

The licence of thy bold, unshackled tongue.

But fear hath roused my soul with piercing cry!

And for thy fate my heart misgives me! I

Tremble to know when through the breakers' roar

Thy keel shall touch again the friendly shore;

For not by prayer to Zeus is access won;

An unpersuadable heart hath Cronos' son.

PROMETHEUS

I know the heart of Zeus is hard, that he hath tied

Justice to his side;

But he shall be full gentle thus assuaged;

And, the implacable wrath wherewith he raged

Smoothed quite away, nor he nor I

Be loth to seal a bond of peace and amity.

CHORUS

All that thou hast to tell I pray unfold,

That we may hear at large upon what count

Zeus took thee and with bitter wrong affronts:

Instruct us, if the telling hurt thee not.

PROMETHEUS

These things are sorrowful for me to speak,

Yet silence too is sorrow: all ways woe!

When first the Blessed Ones were filled with wrath

And there arose division in their midst,

These instant to hurl Cronos from his throne

That Zeus might be their king, and these, adverse,

Contending that he ne'er should rule the Gods,

Then I, wise counsel urging to persuade

The Titans, sons of Ouranos and Chthon,

Prevailed not: but, all indirect essays

Despising, they by the strong hand, effortless,

Yet by main forcesupposed that they might seize

Supremacy. But me my mother Themis

And Gaia, one form called by many names,

Not once alone with voice oracular

Had prophesied how power should be disposed

That not by strength neither by violence

The mighty should be mastered, but by guile.

Which things by me set forth at large, they scorned,

Nor graced my motion with the least regard.

Then, of all ways that offered, I judged best,

Taking my mother with me, to support,

No backward friend, the not less cordial Zeus.

And by my politic counsel Tartarus,

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The bottomless and black, old Cronos hides

With his confederates. So helped by me,

The tyrant of the Gods, such service rendered

With ignominious chastisement requites.

But 'tis a common malady of power

Tyrannical never to trust a friend.

And now, what ye inquired, for what arraigned

He shamefully entreats me, ye shall know.

When first upon his high, paternal throne

He took his seat, forthwith to divers Gods

Divers good gifts he gave, and parcelled out

His empire, but of miserable men

Recked not at all; rather it was his wish

To wipe out man and rear another race:

And these designs none contravened but me.

I risked the bord attempt, and saved mankind

From stark destruction and the road to hell.

Therefore with this sore penance am I bowed,

Grievous to suffer, pitiful to see.

But, for compassion shown to man, such fate

I no wise earned; rather in wrath's despite

Am I to be reformed, and made a show

Of infamy to Zeus.

CHORUS

He hath a heart

Of iron, hewn out of unfeeling rock

Is he, Prometheus, whom thy sufferings

Rouse not to wrath. Would I had ne'er beheld them,

For verily the sight hath wrung my heart.

PROMETHEUS

Yea, to my friends a woeful sight am I.

CHORUS

Hast not more boldly in aught else transgressed?

PROMETHEUS

I took from man expectancy of death.

CHORUS

What medicine found'st thou for this malady?

PROMETHEUS

I planted blind hope in the heart of him.

CHORUS

A mighty boon thou gavest there to man.

PROMETHEUS

Moreover, I conferred the gift of fire.

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CHORUS

And have frail mortals now the flamebright fire?

PROMETHEUS

Yea, and shall master many arts thereby.

CHORUS

And Zeus with such misfeasance charging thee

PROMETHEUS

Torments me with extremity of woe.

CHORUS

And is no end in prospect of thy pains?

PROMETHEUS

None; save when he shall choose to make an end.

CHORUS

How should he choose? What hope is thine? Dost thou

Not see that thou hast erred? But how thou erredst

Small pleasure were to me to tell; to the

Exceeding sorrow. Let it go then: rather

Seek thou for some deliverance from thy woes.

PROMETHEUS

He who stands free with an untrammelled foot

Is quick to counsel and exhort a friend

In trouble. But all these things I know well.

Of my free will, my own free will, I erred,

And freely do I here acknowledge it.

Freeing mankind myself have durance found.

Natheless, I looked not for sentence so dread,

High on this precipice to droop and pine,

Having no neighbour but the desolate crags.

And now lament no more the ills I suffer,

But come to earth and an attentive ear

Lend to the things that shall befall hereafter.

Harken, oh harken, suffer as I suffer!

Who knows, who knows, but on some scatheless head,

Another's yet for the like woes reserved,

The wandering doom will presently alight?

CHORUS

Prometheus, we have heard thy call:

Not on deaf cars these awful accents fall.

Lo! lightly leaving at thy words

My flying car

And holy air, the pathway of great birds,

I long to tread this land of peak and scar,

And certify myself by tidings sure

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Of all thou hast endured and must endure.

While the winged chariot of the OCEANIDES comes

to ground their father OCEANUS enters, riding on a monster.

OCEANUS

Now have I traversed the unending plain

And unto thee, Prometheus, am I come,

Guiding this winghd monster with no rein,

Nor any bit, but mind's firm masterdom.

And know that for thy grief my heart is sore;

The bond of kind, methinks, constraineth me;

Nor is there any I would honour more,

Apart from kinship, than I reverence thee.

And thou shalt learn that I speak verity:

Mine is no smooth, false tongue; for do but show

How I can serve thee, grieved and outraged thus,

Thou ne'er shalt say thou hast, come weal, come woe,

A friend more faithful than Oceanus.

PROMETHEUS

How now? Who greets me? What! Art thou too come

To gaze upon my woes? How could'st thou leave

The stream that bears thy name, thine antres arched

With native rock, to visit earth that breeds

The massy iron in her womb? Com'st thou

To be spectator of my evil lot

And fellow sympathizer with my woes?

Behold, a thing indeed to gaze upon

The friend of Zeus, costablisher of his rule,

See, by this sentence with what pains I am bowed I

OCEANUS

Prometheus, all too plainly I behold:

And for the best would counsel thee: albeit

Thy brain is subtle. Learn to know thy heart,

And, as the times, so let thy manners change,

For by the law of change a new God rules.

But, if these bitter, savage, sharpset words

Thou ventest, it may be, though he sit throned

Far off and high above thee, Zeus will hear;

And then thy present multitude of ills

Will seem the mild correction of a babe.

Rather, O thou much chastened one, refrain

Thine anger, and from suffering seek release.

Stale, peradventure, seem these words of mine:

Nevertheless, of a too haughty tongue

Such punishment, Prometheus, is the wage.

But thou, not yet brought low by suffering,

To what thou hast of ill would'st add far worse.

Therefore, while thou hast me for schoolmaster,

Thou shalt not kick against the pricks; the more

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That an archdespot who no audit dreads

Rules by his own rough will. And now I leave thee,

To strive with what success I may command

For thy deliv'rance. Keep a quiet mind

And use not overvehemence of speech

Knowest thou not, being exceeding wise,

A wanton, idle tongue brings chastisement?

PROMETHEUS

I marvel that thou art not in my case,

Seeing with me thou did'st adventure all.

And now, I do entreat thee, spare thyself.

Thou wilt not move him: he's not easy moved

Take heed lest thou find trouble by the way.

OCEANUS

Thou are a better counsellor to others

Than to thyself: I judge by deeds not words.

Pluck me not back when I would fain set forth.

My oath upon it, Zeus will grant my prayer

And free thee from these pangs.

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I tender the

For this my thanks and everduring praise.

Certes, no backward friend art thou; and yet

Trouble not thyself; for at the best thy labour

Will nothing serve me, if thou mean'st to serve.

Being thyself untrammelled stand fast.

For, not to mitigate my own mischance,

Would I see others hap on evil days.

The thought be far from me. I feel the weight

Of Atlas' woes, my brother in the west

Shouldering the pillar that props heaven and earth,

No wieldy fardel for his arms to fold.

The giant dweller in Cilician dens

I saw and pitieda terrific shape,

A hundredheaded monsterwhen he fell,

Resistless Typhon who withstood the Gods,

With fearsome hiss of beakmouth horrible,

While lightning from his eyes with Gorgonglare

Flashed for the ravage of the realm of Zeus.

But on him came the bolt that never sleeps,

Downcrashing thunder, with emitted fire,

Which shattered him and all his towering hopes

Dashed into ruin; smitten through the breast,

His strength as smoking cinder, lightningcharred.

And now a heap, a helpless, sprawling hulk,

He lies stretched out beside the narrow seas,

Pounded and crushed deep under Etna's roots.

But on the mountaintop Hephaestus sits

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Forging the molten iron, whence shall burst

Rivers of fire, with red and ravening jaws

To waste fairfruited, smooth, Sicilian fields.

Such bilious upboiling of his ire

Shall Typho vent, with slingstoneshowers redhot,

And unapproachable surge of fiery spray,

Although combusted by the bolt of Zeus.

But thou art not unlearned, nor needest me

To be thy teacher: save thyself the way

Thou knowest and I will fortify my heart

Until the wrathfulness of Zeus abate.

OCEANUS

Nay then, Prometheus, art thou ignorant

Words are physicians to a wrathsick soul?

PROMETHEUS

Yes, if with skill one soften the ripe core,

Not by rough measures make it obdurate.

OCEANUS

Seest thou in warm affection detriment

Or aught untoward in adventuring?

PROMETHEUS

A load of toil and a light mind withal.

OCEANUS

Then give me leave to call that sickness mine.

Wise men accounted fools attain their ends.

PROMETHEUS

But how if I am galled by thine offence?

OCEANUS

There very palpably thou thrustest home.

PROMETHEUS

Beware lest thou through pity come to broils.

OCEANUS

With one established in Omnipotence?

PROMETHEUS

Of him take heed lest thou find heaviness.

OCEANUS

I am schooled by thy calamity, Prometheus!

PROMETHEUS

Pack then! And, prithee, do not change thy mind!

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OCEANUS

Thou criest "On" to one in haste to go.

For look, my dragon with impatient wings

Flaps at the broad, smooth road of level air.

Fain would he kneel him down in his own stall.

Exit OCEANUS.

CHORUS (after alighting)

I mourn for thee, Prometheus,

minished and brought low,

Watering my virgin cheeks with these sad drops, that flow

From sorrow's rainy fount, to fill softlidded eyes

With pure libations for thy fortune's obsequies.

An evil portion that none coveteth hath Zeus

Prepared for thee; by selfmade laws established for his use

Disposing all, the elder Gods he purposeth to show

How strong is that right arm wherewith he smites a foe.

There hath gone up a cry from earth, a groaning for the fall

Of things of old renown and shapes majestical,

And for thy passing an exceeding bitter groan;

For thee and for thy brother Gods whose honour was thine own:

These things all they who dwell in Asia's holy seat,

Time's minions, mourn and with their groans thy groans repeat.

Yea, and they mourn who dwell beside the Colchian shore,

The hero maids unwedded that delight in war,

And Scythia's swarming myriads who their dwelling make

Around the borders of the world, the salt Maeotian lake.

Mourns Ares' stock, that flowers in desert Araby,

And the strong city mourns, the hillfort planted high,

Near neighbour to huge Caucasus, dread mountaineers

That love the clash of arms, the counter of sharp spears.

Beforetime of all Gods one have I seen in pain,

One only Titan bound with adamantine chain,

Atlas in strength supreme, who groaning stoops, downbent

Under the burthen of the earth and heaven's broad firmament.

Bellows the main of waters, surge with foamseethed surge

Clashing tumultuous; for thee the deep seas chant their dirge;

And Hell's dark underworld a hollow moaning fills;

Thee mourn the sacred streams with all their fountainrills.

PROMETHEUS

Think not that I for pride and stubbornness

Am silent: rather is my heart the prey

Of gnawing thoughts, both for the past, and now

Seeing myself by vengeance buffeted.

For to these younger Gods their precedence

Who severally determined if not I?

No more of that: I should but weary you

With things ye know; but listen to the tale

Of human sufferings, and how at first

Senseless as beasts I gave men sense, possessed them

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Of mind. I speak not in contempt of man;

I do but tell of good gifts I conferred.

In the beginning, seeing they saw amiss,

And hearing heard not, but, like phantoms huddled

In dreams, the perplexed story of their days

Confounded; knowing neither timberwork

Nor brickbuilt dwellings basking in the light,

But dug for themselves holes, wherein like ants,

That hardly may contend against a breath,

They dwelt in burrows of their unsunned caves.

Neither of winter's cold had they fixed sign,

Nor of the spring when she comes decked with flowers,

Nor yet of summer's heat with melting fruits

Sure token: but utterly without knowledge

Moiled, until I the rising of the stars

Showed them, and when they set, though much obscure.

Moreover, number, the most excellent

Of all inventions, I for them devised,

And gave them writing that retaineth all,

The serviceable mother of the Muse.

I was the first that yoked unmanaged beasts,

To serve as slaves with collar and with pack,

And take upon themselves, to man's relief,

The heaviest labour of his hands: and

Tamed to the rein and drove in wheeled cars

The horse, of sumptuous pride the ornament.

And those seawanderers with the wings of cloth,

The shipman's waggons, none but I contrived.

These manifold inventions for mankind

I perfected, who, out upon't, have none

No, not one shiftto rid me of this shame.

CHORUS

Thy sufferings have been shameful, and thy mind

Strays at a loss: like to a bad physician

Fallen sick, thou'rt out of heart: nor cans't prescribe

For thine own case the draught to make thee sound.

PROMETHEUS

But hear the sequel and the more admire

What arts, what aids I cleverly evolved.

The chiefest that, if any man fell sick,

There was no help for him, comestible,

Lotion or potion; but for lack of drugs

They dwindled quite away; until I taught them

To compound draughts and mixtures sanative,

Wherewith they now are armed against disease.

I staked the winding path of divination

And was the first distinguisher of dreams,

The true from false; and voices ominous

Of meaning dark interpreted; and tokens

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Seen when men take the road; and augury

By flight of all the greater crookclawed birds

With nice discrimination I defined;

These by their nature fair and favourable,

Those, flattered with fair name. And of each sort

The habits I described; their mutual feuds

And friendships and the assemblages they hold.

And of the plumpness of the inward parts

What colour is acceptable to the Gods,

The wellstreaked liverlobe and gallbladder.

Also by roasting limbs well wrapped in fat

And the long chine, I led men on the road

Of dark and riddling knowledge; and I purged

The glancing eye of fire, dim before,

And made its meaning plain. These are my works.

Then, things beneath the earth, aids hid from man,

Brass, iron, silver, gold, who dares to say

He was before me in discovering?

None, I wot well, unless he loves to babble.

And in a single word to sum the whole

All manner of arts men from Prometheus learned.

CHORUS

Shoot not beyond the mark in succouring man

While thou thyself art comfortless: for

Am of good hope that from these bonds escaped

Thou shalt one day be mightier than Zeus.

PROMETHEUS

Fate, that brinks all things to an end, not thus

Apportioneth my lot: ten thousand pangs

Must bow, ten thousand miseries afflict me

Ere from these bonds I freedom find, for Art

Is by much weaker than Necessity.

CHORUS

Who is the pilot of Necessity?

PROMETHEUS

The Fates triform, and the unforgetting Furies.

CHORUS

So then Zeus is of lesser might than these?

PROMETHEUS

Surely he shall not shun the lot apportioned.

CHORUS

What lot for Zeus save worldwithoutend reign?

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PROMETHEUS

Tax me no further with importunate questions.

CHORUS

O deep the mystery thou shroudest there

PROMETHEUS

Of aught but this freely thou may'st discourse;

But touching this I charge thee speak no word;

Nay, veil it utterly: for strictly kept

The secret from these bonds shall set me free.

CHORUS

May Zeus who all things swayeth

Ne'er wreak the might none stayeth

On wayward will of mine;

May I stint not nor waver

With offerings of sweet savour

And feasts of slaughtered kine;

The holy to the holy,

With frequent feet and lowly

At altar, fane and shrine,

Over the Ocean marches,

The deep that no drought parches,

Draw near to the divine.

My tongue the Gods estrange not;

My firm set purpose change not,

As wax melts in fireshine.

Sweet is the life that lengthens,

While joyous hope still strengthens,

And glad, bright thoughts sustain;

But shuddering I behold thee,

The sorrows that enfold thee

And all thine endless pain.

For Zeus thou hast despised;

Thy fearless heart misprized

All that his vengeance can,

Thy wayward will obeying,

Excess of honour paying,

Prometheus, unto man.

And, oh, beloved, for this graceless grace

What thanks? What prowess for thy bold essay

Shall champion thee from men of mortal race,

The petty insects of a passing day?

Saw'st not how puny is the strength they spend?

With few, faint steps walking as dreams and blind,

Nor can the utmost of their lore transcend

The harmony of the Eternal Mind.

These things I learned seeing thy glory dimmed,

Prometheus. Ah, not thus on me was shed

The rapture of sweet music, when I hymned

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The marriagesong round bath and bridal bed

At thine espousals, and of thy bloodkin,

A bride thou chosest, wooing her to thee

With all good gifts that may a Goddess win,

Thy father's child, divine Hesione.

Enter IO, crazed and horned.

What land is this? What people here abide?

And who is he,

The prisoner of this windswept mountainside?

Speak, speak to me;

Tell me, poor caitiff, how did'st thou transgress,

Thus buffeted?

Whither am I, halfdead with weariness,

Forwandered?

Ha! Ha!

Again the prick, the stab of gadflysting!

O earth, earth, hide,

The hollow shapeArgusthat evil thing

The hundredeyed

Earthbornherdsman! I see him yet; he stalks

With stealthy pace

And crafty watch not all my poor wit baulks!

From the deep place

Of earth that hath his bones he breaketh bound,

And from the pale

Of Death, the Underworld, a hellsent hound

On the bloodtrail,

Fasting and faint he drives me on before,

With spectral hand,

Along the windings of the wasteful shore,

The salt seasand!

List! List! the pipe! how drowzily it shrills!

A cricketcry!

See! See! the waxwebbed reeds! Oh, to these ills

Ye Gods on high,

Ye blessed Gods, what bourne? O wandering feet

When will ye rest?

O Cronian child, wherein by aught unmeet

Have I transgressed

To be yokefellow with Calamity?

My mind unstrung,

A crackbrained lackwit, frantic mad am I,

By gadfly stung,

Thy scourge, that tarres me on with buzzing wingl

Plunge me in fire,

Hide me in earth, to deepsea monsters fling,

But my desire

Kneeling I praygrudge not to grant, O King!

Too long a race

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Stripped for the course have I run to and fro;

And still I chase

The vanishing goal, the end of all my woe;

Enough have I mourned!

Hear'st thou the lowing of the maid cowhorned?

PROMETHEUS

How should I hear thee not? Thou art the child

Of Inachus, dazed with the dizzying fly.

The heart of Zeus thou hast made hot with love

And Hera's curse even as a runner stripped

Pursues thee ever on thine endless round.

How dost thou know my father's name? Impart

To one like thee

A poor, distressful creature, who thou art.

Sorrow with me,

Sorrowful one! Tell me, whose voice proclaims

Things true and sad,

Naming by all their old, unhappy names,

What drove me mad

Sick! Sick! ye Gods, with suffering ye have sent,

That clings and clings;

Wasting my lamp of life till it be spent!

Crazed with your stings!

Famished I come with trampling and with leaping,

Torment and shame,

To Hera's cruel wrath, her craft unsleeping,

Captive and tame

Of all wights woebegone and fortunecrossed,

Oh, in the storm

Of the world's sorrow is there one so lost?

Speak, godlike form,

And be in this dark world my oracle I

Can'st thou not sift

The things to come? Hast thou no art to tell

What subtle shift,

Or sound of charming song shall make me well?

Hide naught of ill

Butif indeed thou knowestprophesy

In words that thrill

Cleartoned through airwhat such a wretch as

Must yet abide

The lost, lost maid that roams earth's kingdoms wide?

PROMETHEUS

What thou wouldst learn I will make clear to thee,

Not weaving subtleties, but simple sooth

Unfolding as the mouth should speak to friends.

I am Prometheus, giver of fire to mortals.

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Oh universal succour of mankind,

Sorrowful Prometheus, why art thou punished thus?

PROMETHEUS

I have but now ceased mourning for my griefs.

IO Wilt thou not grant me then so small a boon?

PROMETHEUS

What is it thou dost ask? Thou shalt know all.

Declare to me who chained thee in this gorge.

PROMETHEUS

The hest of Zeus, but 'twas Hephaestus' hand.

But what transgression dost thou expiate?

PROMETHEUS

Let this suffice thee: thou shalt know no more.

Nay, but the end of my long wandering

When shall it be? This too thou must declare.

PROMETHEUS

That it is better for thee not to know.

Oh hide not from me what I have to suffer!

PROMETHEUS

Poor child! Poor child! I do not grudge the gift.

Why then, art thou so slow to tell me all?

PROMETHEUS

It is not from unkindness; but I fear

'Twill break thy heart.

Take thou no thought for me

Where thinking thwarteth heart's desire!

PROMETHEUS

So keen

To know thy sorrows! List I and thou shalt learn.

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CHORUS

Not till thou hast indulged a wish of mine.

First let us hear the story of her grief

And she herself shall tell the woeful tale.

After, thy wisdom shall impart to her

The conflict yet to come.

PROMETHEUS

So be it, then.

And, Io, thus much courtesy thou owest

These maidens being thine own father's kin.

For with a moving story of our woes

To win a tear from weeping auditors

In nought demeans the teller.

I know not

How fitly to refuse; and at your wish

All ye desire to know I will in plain,

Round terms set forth. And yet the telling of it

Harrows my soul; this winter's tale of wrong,

Of angry Gods and brute deformity,

And how and why on me these horrors swooped.

Always there were dreams visiting by night

The woman's chambers where I slept; and they

With flattering words admonished and cajoled me,

Saying, "O lucky one, so long a maid?

And what a match for thee if thou would'st wed

Why, pretty, here is Zeus as hot as hot

Lovesickto have thee! Such a bolt as thou

Hast shot clean through his heart And he won't rest

Till Cypris help him win thee! Lift not then,

My daughter, a proud foot to spurn the bed

Of Zeus: but get thee gone to meadow deep

By Lerna's marsh, where are thy father's flocks

And cattlefolds, that on the eye of Zeus

May fall the balm that shall assuage desire."

Such dreams oppressed me, troubling all my nights,

Woe's me! till I plucked courage up to tell

My father of these fears that walked in darkness.

And many times to Pytho and Dodona

He sent his sacred missioners, to inquire

How, or by deed or word, he might conform

To the high will and pleasure of the Gods.

And they returned with slippery oracles,

Nought plain, but all to baffle and perplex

And then at last to Inachus there raught

A saying that flashed clear; the drift, that

Must be put out from home and country, forced

To be a wanderer at the ends of the earth,

A thing devote and dedicate; and if

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I would not, there should fall a thunderbolt

From Zeus, with blinding flash, and utterly

Destroy my race. So spake the oracle

Of Loxias. In sorrow he obeyed,

And from beneath his roof drove forth his child

Grieving as he grieved, and from house and home

Bolted and barred me out. But the high hand

Of Zeus bear hardly on the rein of fate.

And, instantlyeven in a momentmind

And body suffered strange distortion. Horned

Even as ye see me now, and with sharp bite

Of gadfly pricked, with highflung skip, starkmad,

I bounded, galloping headlong on, until

I came to the sweet and of the stream

Kerchneian, hard by Lerna's spring. And thither

Argus, the giant herdsman, fierce and fell

As a strong wine unmixed, with hateful cast

Of all his cunning eyes upon the trail,

Gave chase and tracked me down. And there he perished

By violent and sudden doom surprised.

But I with darting stingthe scorpion whip

Of angry Godsam lashed from land to land.

Thou hast my story, and, if thou can'st tell

What I have still to suffer, speak; but do not,

Moved by compassion, with a lying tale

Warm my cold heart; no sickness of the soul

Is half so shameful as composed falsehoods.

CHORUS

Off! lost one! off! Horror, I cry!

Horror and misery

Was this the traveller's tale I craved to hear?

Oh, that mine eyes should see

A sight so ill to look upon! Ah me!

Sorrow, defilement, haunting fear,

Fan my blood cold,

Stabbed with a twoedged sting!

O Fate, Fate, Fate, tremblingly I behold

The plight of Io, thine apportioning!

PROMETHEUS

Thou dost lament too soon, and art as one

All fear. Refrain thyself till thou hast heard

What's yet to be.

CHORUS

Speak and be our instructor:

There is a kind of balm to the sick soul

In certain knowledge of the grief to come.

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PROMETHEUS

Your former wish I lightly granted ye:

And ye have heard, even as ye desired,

From this maid's lips the story of her sorrow.

Now hear the sequel, the ensuing woes

The damsel must endure from Hera's hate.

And thou, O seed of Inachaean loins,

Weigh well my words, that thou may'st understand

Thy journey's end. First towards the rising sun

Turn hence, and traverse fields that ne'er felt plough

Until thou reach the country of the Scyths,

A race of wanderers handling the longbow

That shoots afar, and having their habitations

Under the open sky in wattled cotes

That move on wheels. Go not thou nigh to them,

But ever within sound of the breaking waver,

Pass through their land. And on the left of the

The Chalybes, workers in iron, dwell.

Beware of them, for they are savages,

Who suffer not a stranger to come near.

And thou shalt reach the river Hybristes,

Well named. Cross not, for it is ill to cross,

Until thou come even unto Caucasus,

Highest of mountains, where the foaming river

Blows all its volume from the summit ridge

That o'ertops all. And that starneighboured ridge

Thy feet must climb; and, following the road

That runneth south, thou presently shall reach

The Amazonian hosts that loathe the male,

And shall one day remove from thence and found

Themiscyra hard by Thermodon's stream,

Where on the craggy Salmadessian coast

Waves gnash their teeth, the maw of mariners

And stepmother of ships. And they shall lead the

Upon thy way, and with a right good will.

Then shalt thou come to the Cimmerian Isthmus,

Even at the pass and portals of the sea,

And leaving it behind thee, stout of heart,

Cross o'er the channel of Maeotis' lake.

For ever famous among men shall be

The story of thy crossing, and the strait

Be called by a new name, the Bosporus,

In memory of thee. Then having left

Europa's soil behind thee thou shalt come

To the main land of Asia. What think ye?

Is not the only ruler of the Gods

A complete tyrant, violent to all,

Respecting none? First, being himself a God,

He burneth to enjoy a mortal maid,

And then torments her with these wanderings.

A sorry suitor for thy love, poor girl,

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A bitter wooing. Yet having heard so much

Thou art not even in the overture

And prelude of the song.

Alas! Oh! Oh!

PROMETHEUS

Thou dost cryout, fetching again deep groans:

What wilt thou do when thou hast heard in full

The evils yet to come?

CHORUS

And wilt thou tell

The maiden something further: some fresh sorrow?

PROMETHEUS

A stormy sea of wrong and ruining.

What does it profit me to live! Oh, why

Do I not throw myself from this rough crag

And in one leap rid me of all my pain?

Better to die at once than live, and all

My days be evil.

PROMETHEUS

Thou would'st find it hard

To bear what I must bear: for unto me

It is not given to die,a dear release

From pain; but now of suffering there is

No end in sight till Zeus shall fall.

And shall

Zeus fall? His power be taken from him?

No matter when if true

PROMETHEUS

'Twould make thee happy

Methinks, if thou could'st see calamity

Whelm him.

How should it not when all my woes

Are of his sending? learn how

These things shall be.

The tyrant's rod?

And fond imaginings.

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But how? Oh, speak,

If the declaring draw no evil down I

PROMETHEUS

A marriage he shall make shall vex him sore.

A marriage? Whether of gods or mortals?

Speak!

If this be utterable!

PROMETHEUS

Why dost thou ask

What I may not declare?

And shall he quit

The throne of all the worlds, by a new spouse

Supplanted?

PROMETHEUS

She will bear to him a child,

And he shall be in might more excellent

Than his progenitor.

And he will find

No way to parry this strong stroke of fate?

PROMETHEUS

None save my own selfwhen these bonds are loosed.

And who shall loose them if Zeus wills not?

Of thine own seed.

How say'st thou? Shall a child

Of mine release thee?

PROMETHEUS

Son of thine, but son

The thirteenth generation shall beget.

A prophecy oracularly dark.

PROMETHEUS

Then seek not thou to know thine own fate.

Nay,

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Tender me not a boon to snatch it from me.

PROMETHEUS

Of two gifts thou hast asked one shall be thine.

What gifts? Pronounce and leave to me the choice.

PROMETHEUS

Nay, thou are free to choose. Say, therefore, whether

I shall declare to thee thy future woes

Or him who shall be my deliverer.

CHORUS

Nay, but let both be granted! Unto her

That which she chooseth, unto me my choice,

That I, too, may have honour from thy lips.

First unto her declare her wanderings,

And unto me him who shall set thee free;

'Tis that I long to know.

PROMETHEUS

I will resist

No further, but to your importunacy

All things which yedesire to learn reveal.

And, Io, first to thee I will declare

Thy fardriven wanderings; write thou my words

In the retentive tablets of thy heart.

When thou hast crossed the flood that flows between

And is the boundary of two continents,

Turn to the sun's uprising, where he treads

Printing with fiery steps the eastern sky,

And from the roaring of the Pontic surge

Do thou pass on, until before thee lies

The Gorgonean plain, Kisthene called,

Where dwell the grayhaired three, the Phorcides,

Old, mumbling maids, swanshaped, having one eye

Betwixt the three, and but a single tooth.

On them the sun with his brightbeams ne'er glanceth

Nor moon that lamps the night. Not far from them

The sisters three, the Gorgons, have their haunt;

Winged forms, with snaky locks, hateful to man,

Whom nothing mortal looking on can live.

Thus much that thou may'st have a care of these.

Now of another portent thou shalt hear.

Beware the dogs of Zeus that ne'er give tongue,

The sharpbeaked gryphons, and the oneeyed horde

Of Arimaspians, riding upon horses,

Who dwell around the river rolling gold,

The ferry and the frith of Pluto's port.

Go not thou nigh them. After thou shalt come

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To a far land, a darkskinned race, that dwell

Beside the fountains of the sun, whence flows

The river Ethiops: follow its banks

Until thou comest to the steepdown slope

Where from the Bibline mountains Nilus old

Pours the sweet waters of his holy stream.

And thou, the river guiding thee, shalt come

To the threesided, wedgeshaped land of Nile,

Where for thyself, Io, and for thy children

Long sojourn is appointed. If in aught

My story seems to stammer and to er

From indirectness, ask and ask again

Till all be manifest. I do not lack

For leisure, having more than well contents me

CHORUS

If there be aught that she must suffer yet,

Or aught omitted in the narrative

Of her long wanderings, I pray thee speak.

But if thou hast told all, then grant the boon

We asked and doubtless thou wilt call to mind.

PROMETHEUS

Nay, she has heard the last of her long journey.

But, as some warrant for her patient hearing

I will relate her former sufferings

Ere she came hither. Much I will omit

That had detained us else with long discourse

And touch at once her journey's thus far goal.

When thou wast come to the Molossian plain

That lies about the high top of Dodona,

Where is an oracle and shrine of Zeus

Thesprotian, andportent past belief

The talking oaks, the same from whom the word

Flashed clear and nothing questionably hailed the

The destined spouseah! do I touch old wounds?

Of Zeus, honoured above thy sex; stung thence

In torment, where the road runs by the sea,

Thou cam'st to the broad gulf of Rhea, whence

Beat back by a strong wind, thou didst retrace

Most painfully thy course; and it shall be

That times to come in memory of thy passage

Shall call that inlet the Ionian Sea.

Thus much for thee in witness that my mind

Beholdeth more than that which leaps to light.

Now for the things to come; what I shall say

Concerns ye both alike. Return we then

And follow our old track. There is a city

Yclept Canobus, built at the land's end,

Even at the mouth and mounded silt of Nile,

And there shall Zeus restore to thee thy mind

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With touch benign and laying on of hands.

And from that touch thou shalt conceive and bear

Swarth Epaphus, touchborn; and he shall reap

As much of earth as Nilus watereth

With his broadflowing river. In descent

The fifth from him there shall come back to Argos,

Thine ancient home, but driven by hard hap,

Two score and ten maids, daughters of one house,

Fleeing pollution of unlawful marriage

With their next kin, who winged with wild desire,

As hawks that follow hard on cushatdoves,

Shall harry prey which they should not pursue

And hunt forbidden brides. But God shall be

Exceeding jealous for their chastity;

And old Pelasgia, for the mortal thrust

Of woman's hands and midnight murder done

Upon their newwed lords, shall shelter them;

For every wife shall strike her husband down

Dipping a twoedged broadsword in his blood.

Oh, that mine enemies might wed such wivesl

But of the fifty, one alone desire

Shall tame, as with the stroke of charmingwand,

So that she shall not lift her hands to slay

The partner of her bed; yea, melting love

Shall blunt her sharpset will, and she shall choose

Rather to be called weak and womanly

Than the dark stain of blood; and she shall be

Mother of kings in Argos. 'Tis a tale

Were't told in full, would occupy us long.

For, of her sowing, there shall spring to fame

The lion's whelp, the archer bold, whose bow

Shall set me free. This is the oracle

Themis, my ancient Mother, Titanborn,

Disclosed to me; but how and in what wise

Were long to tell, nor would it profit thee.

Again they come, again

The fury and the pain!

The gangrened wound! The ache of pulses dinned

With raging throes

It beats upon my brainthe burning wind

That madness blows!

It pricksthe barb, the hook not forged with heat,

The gadfly dart!

Against my ribs with thud of trampling feet

Hammers my heart!

And like a bowling wheel mine eyeballs spin,

And I am flung

By fierce winds from my course, nor can rein in

My frantic tongue

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That raves I know not what!a random tide

Of wordsa froth

Of muddied waters buffeting the wide,

Highcrested, hateful wave of ruin and God's wrath!

Exit raving.

CHORUS

I hold him wise who first in his own mind

This canon fixed and taught it to mankind:

True marriage is the union that mates

Equal with equal; not where wealth emasculates,

Or mighty lineage is magnified,

Should he who earns his bread look for a bride.

Therefore, grave mistresses of fate, I pray

That I may never live to see the day

When Zeus takes me for his bedfellow; or

Draw near in love to husband from on high.

For I am full of fear when I behold

Io, the maid no human love may fold,

And her virginity disconsolate,

Homeless and husbandless by Hera's hate.

For me, when love is level, fear is far.

May none of all the Gods that greater are

Eve me with his unshunnable regard;

Fir in that warfare victory is hard,

And of that plenty cometh emptiness.

What should befall me then I dare not guess;

Nor whither I should flee that I might shun

The craft and subtlety of Cronos' Son.

PROMETHEUS

I tell thee that the selfwilled pride of Zeus

Shall surely be abased; that even now

He plots a marriage that shall hurl him forth

Far out of sight of his imperial throne

And kingly dignity. Then, in that hour,

Shall be fulfilled, nor in one tittle fail,

The curse wherewith his father Cronos cursed him,

What time he fell from his majestic place

Established from of old. And such a stroke

None of the Gods save me could turn aside.

I know these things shall be and on what wise.

Therefore let him secure him in his seat,

And put his trust in airy noise, and swing

His bright, twohanded, blazing thunderbolt,

For these shall nothing stead him, nor avert

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

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And blasts more dreadful that o'ercrow the thunder.

The pestilence that scourgeth the deep seas

And shaketh solid earth, the threepronged 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?

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 the

With agony more dreadful, pain beyond

These pains.

PROMETHEUS

Why let him if he will

All evils I foreknow.

CHORUS

Ah, they are wise

Who do obeisance, prostrate in the dust,

To the implacable, eternal Will.

PROMETHEUS

Go thou and worship; fold thy hands in prayer,

And be the dog that licks the foot of power!

Nothing care I for Zeus; yea, less than naught!

Let him do what he will, and sway the world

His little hour; he has not long to lord it

Among the Gods.

Oh here here runner comes

The upstart tyrant's lacquey! He'll bring news,

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A message, never doubt it, from his master.

Enter HERMES.

HERMES. You, the sophistical rogue, the heart of gall,

The renegade of heaven, to shortlived men

Purveyor of prerogatives and tities,

Firethief! Dost hear me? I've a word for thee.

Thou'rt to declarethis is the Father's pleasure

These marriagefeasts of thine, whereof thy tongue

Rattles apace, and by the which his greatness

Shall take a fall. And look you rede no riddles,

But tell the truth, in each particular

Exact. I am not to sweat for thee, Prometheus,

Upon a double journey. And thou seest

Zeus by thy dark defiance is not moved.

PROMETHEUS

A very solemn piece of insolence

Spoken like an underling of the Gods! Ye are young!

Ye are young! New come to power And ye suppose

Your towered citadel Calamity

Can never enter! Ah, and have not

Seen from those pinnacles a twofold fall

Of tyrants? And the third, who his brief "now"

Of lordship arrogates, I shall see yet

By lapse most swift' most ignominious,

Sink to perdition. And dost thou suppose

I crouch and cower in reverence and awe

To Gods of yesterday? I fail of that

So much, the total all of space and time

Bulks in between. Take thyself hence and count

Thy toiling steps back by the way thou camest,

In nothing wiser for thy questionings.

HERMES

This is that former stubbornness of thine

That brought thee hither to foul anchorage.

PROMETHEUS

Mistake me not; I would not, if I might,

Change my misfortunes for thy vassalage.

HERMES

Oh! better be the vassal of this rock

Than born the trusty messenger of Zeus

PROMETHEUS

I answer insolence, as it deserves,

With insolence. How else should it be answered?

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HERMES

Surely; and, being in trouble, it is plain

You revel in your plight.

PROMETHEUS

Revel, forsooth!

I would my enemies might hold such revels

And thou amongst the first.

HERMES

Dost thou blame me

For thy misfortunes?

PROMETHEUS

I hate all the Gods,

Because, having received good at my hands,

They have rewarded me with evil.

Proves thee stark mad!

HERMES

This proves thee stark mad!

PROMETHEUS

Mad as you please, if hating

Your enemies is madness

HERMES

Were all well

With thee, thou'dst be insufferable!

PROMETHEUS

Alas!

HERMES

Alas, that Zeus knows not that word, Alas!

PROMETHEUS

But ageing Time teacheth all knowledge.

HERMES

Time

Hath not yet taught thy rash, imperious will

Over wild impulse to win mastery.

PROMETHEUS

Nay: had Time taught me that, I had not stooped

To bandy words with such a slave as thou.

HERMES

This, then, is all thine answer: thou'lt not

One syllable of what our Father asks.

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PROMETHEUS

Oh, that I were a debtor to his kindness!

I would requite him to the uttermost!

HERMES

A cutting speech! You take me for a boy

Whom you may taunt and tease.

PROMETHEUS

Why art thou not

A boya very boobyto suppose

Thou wilt get aught from me? There is no wrong

However shameful, nor no shift of malice

Whereby Zeus shall persuade me to unlock

My lips until these shackles be cast loose.

Therefore let lightning leap with smoke and flame,

And all that is be beat and tossed together,

With whirl of feathery snowflakes and loud crack

Of subterranean thunder; none of these

Shall bend my will or force me to disclose

By whom 'tis fated he shall fall from power.

HERMES

What good can come of this? Think yet again!

PROMETHEUS

I long ago have thought and long ago

Determined.

HERMES

Patience! patience! thou rash fool

Have so much patience as to school thy mind

To a right judgment in thy present troubles.

PROMETHEUS

Lo, I am rockfast, and thy words are wave

That weary me in vain. Let not the thought

Enter thy mind, that I in awe of Zeus

Shall change my nature for a girl's, or beg

The Loathed beyond all loathingwith my hands

Spread out in woman's fashionto cast loose

These bonds; from that I am utterly removed.

HERMES

I have talked much, yet further not my purpose;

For thou art in no whit melted or moved

By my prolonged entreaties: like a colt

New to the harness thou dost back and Plunge.

Snap at thy bit and fight against the rein.

And yet thy confidence is in a straw;

For stubbornness, if one be in the wrong,

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Is in itself weaker than naught at all.

See now, if thou wilt not obey my words,

What storm, what triplecrested wave of woe

Unshunnable shall come upon thee. First,

This rocky chasm shall the Father split

With earthquake thunder and his burning bolt,

And he shall hide thy form, and thou shalt hang

Bolt upright, dandled in the rock's rude arms.

Nor till thou hast completed thy long term

Shalt thou come back into the light; and then

The hound of Zeus, the tawny eagle,

Shall violently fall upon thy flesh

And rend it as 'twere rags; and every day

And all day long shall thine unbidden guest

Sit at thy table, feasting on thy liver

Till he hath gnawn it black. Look for no term

To such an agony till there stand forth

Among the Gods one who shall take upon him

Thy sufferings and consent to enter hell

Far from the light of Sun, yea, the deep pit

And mirk of Tartarus, for thee. Be advised;

This is not stuffed speech framed to frighten the

But woeful truth. For Zeus knows not to lie

CHORUS

To our mind

The words of Hermes fail not of the mark.

For he enjoins thee to let selfwill go

And follow after prudent counsels. Him

Harken; for error in the wise is shame.

PROMETHEUS

These are stale tidings I foreknew;

Therefore, since suffering is the due

A foe must pay his foes,

Let curled lightnings clasp and clash

And close upon my limbs: loud crash

The thunder, and fierce throes

Of savage winds convulse calm air:

The embowelled blast earth's roots uptear

And toss beyond its bars,

The rough surge, till the roaring deep

In one devouring deluge sweep

The pathway of the stars

Finally, let him fling my form

Down whirling gulfs, the central storm

Of being; let me lie

Plunged in the black Tartarean gloom;

Yetyethis sentence shall not doom

This deathless self to die!

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HERMES

These are the workings of a brain

More than a little touched; the vein

Of voluble ecstasy!

Surely he wandereth from the way,

His reason lost, who thus can pray

A mouthing mad man he!

Therefore, O ye who court his fate,

Rash mournersere it be too late

And ye indeed are sad

For vengeance spurring hither fast

Hence! lest the bellowing thunderblast

Like him should strike you mad I

CHORUS

Words which might work persuasion speak

If thou must counsel me; nor seek

Thus, like a stream in spate,

To uproot mine honour. Dost thou dare

Urge me to baseness! I will bear

With him all blows of fate;

For false forsakers I despise;

At treachery my gorge doth rise:

I spew it forth with hate!

HERMES

Onlywith ruin on your track

Rail not at fortune; but look back

And these my words recall;

Neither blame Zeus that he hath sent

Sorrow no warning word forewent!

Ye labour for your fall

With your own hands I Not by surprise

Nor yet by stealth, but with clear eyes,

Knowing the thing ye do,

Ye walk into the yawning net

That for the feet of is set

And Ruin spreads for you.

Exit.

PROMETHEUS

The time is past for words; earth quakes

Sensibly: hark! pent thunder rakes

The depths, with bellowing din

Of echoes rolling ever nigher:

Lightnings shake out their locks of fire;

The dust cones dance and spin;

The skipping winds, as if possessed

By factionnorth, south, east and west,

Puff at each other; sea

And sky are shook together: Lo

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The swing and fury of the blow

Wherewith Zeus smiteth me

Sweepeth apace, and, visibly,

To strike my heart with fear. See, see,

Earth, awful Mother! Air,

That shedd'st from the revolving sky

On all the light they see thee by,

What bitter wrongs I bear!

The scene closes with earthquake and thunder,

in the midst of which PROMETHEUS and the DAUGHTERS OF OCEANUS

sink into the abyss.

THE END

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