Kratos Bia Hephaestus Prometheus Chorus of the Oceanides Oceanus Io 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 Remote-the 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 high-souled 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 sun-blaze shall roast Thy flesh; thy hue, flower-fair, shall suffer change;Welcome will Night be when with spangled robe 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 new-born 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.
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
Harder-I say-strike harder-screw 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 a-groaning 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 thee-less words!
KRATOS
"Words," quotha? Aye, and shout 'em if need be.
Come down and cast a ring-bolt round his legs.
HEPHAESTUS
The thing is featly done; and 'twas quick work.
KRATOS
Now with a sound rap knock the bolt-pins home!
For heavy-handed is thy task-master.
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 stiff-willed.
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 bird-wings, Ye river fountains, and of ocean-waves The multitudinous laughter Mother Earth!
And thou all-seeing 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 yet-and yet-exactly 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.
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?
God-wafted or mortal or mingled its strain?
