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Hephaistos.
Thy voice jars loathsome on me like thy shape.
Strength.
Pule thou away, but do not fling at me
My ruthlessness and harshness of my mood.
Hephaistos.
Let us depart; his limbs are in the toils.
Strength.
Now then be insolent, and spoil the gods 90 (82)
Of their royalties, to lay them at the feet
Of creatures of a day. Well, how far now
Can mortals drain away thy deeps of woe?
'Twas a rare blunder when the gods assigned
Thy name Prometheus, the forecasting one, 95 (85)
For thou needst surely a forecaster now
For how thou mayst elude these shrewd-wrought bonds.
Prometheus.
Oh marvellous sky, and swiftly winging winds,
And streams, and myriad laughter of sea-waves,
