A fall disgraceful, not to be endured. 940
Such wrestler now, himself against himself,
He arms for battle;—portent hard to quell;
Who flame shall find surpassing lightning's glare,
And crash more mighty than the thunder-roll;
Who the sea-trident, earth-convulsing plague,
Poseidon's sceptre, shall to pieces rend;
Against this evil stumbling, Zeus shall learn
How wide apart are sway and servitude.
Chorus.
Such talk 'gainst Zeus thy wish, I trow, inspires.
Prometheus.
Both what shall be, I speak, and what I wish. 950
Chorus.
And must we look for one o'er Zeus to reign?
Prometheus.
Yea, pangs than these more crushing shall he bear.
Chorus.
How canst thou fail to fear, hurling such words?
Prometheus.
What should I fear who am not doomed to die?
Chorus.
To keener struggle he may sentence thee.
Prometheus.
So let him then! all is by me foreseen.
