PROMETHEUS BOUND
HEPHAISTOS
I grant it: there is no gainsaying here.
KRATOS
To it then, and yarely! set the chains about him,
For fear the Father look, and find thee slack.
HEPHAISTOS
Nay, here are armlets ready, see you not?
KRATOS
Take him by main force round about the hands,
Smite with the hammer, clamp him to the rocks.
HEPHAISTOS
The work goes forward,—done in earnest now.
KRATOS
Strike! strike! make fierce the grapple: no relaxing!
He is shrewd at slipping from impossible straits.
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