Already flung therefrom? and soon shall see
A third, that now in tyranny exults,
Shamed, ruined, in an hour! What sayest thou?
Crouch I and tremble at these stripling powers?
Small homage unto such from me, or none!
Betake thee hence, sweat back along thy road—
Look for no answer from me, get thee gone!
Hermes
Think—it was such audacities of will
That drove thee erst to anchorage in woe!
Prometheus
Ay—but mark this: mine heritage of pain
I would not barter for thy servitude.
Hermes
Better, forsooth, be bond-slave to a crag,
Than true-born herald unto Zeus the Sire!
Prometheus
Take thine own coin—taunts for a taunting slave!
Hermes
Proud art thou in thy circumstance, methinks!
Prometheus
Proud? in such pride then be my foemen set,
And I to see—and of such foes art thou!
Hermes
What, blam'st thou me too for thy sufferings?
