Prometheus Bound
Aeschylus
Aeschylus, Volume 1. Smyth, Herbert Weir, translator. London; New York: William Heinemann; G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1922.
- through his chest with your full force.
- Alas, Prometheus, I groan for your sufferings.
- What! Shrinking again and groaning over the enemies of Zeus? Take care, so that the day does not come when you shall grieve for yourself.
- You see a spectacle grievous for eyes to behold.
- I see this man getting his deserts. Come, cast the girths about his sides.
- I must do this; spare me your needless ordering.
- Indeed, I’ll order you, yes and more—I’ll hound you on. Get down below, and ring his legs by force.
- There now! The work’s done and without much labor.
- Now hammer the piercing fetters with your full force; for the appraiser of our work is severe.
- The utterance of your tongue matches your looks.
- Be softhearted then,
- but do not attack my stubborn will and my harsh mood.
- Let us be gone, since he has got the fetters on his limbs. Exit