Aeschylus in English Verse; Prometheus Bound. the Suppliant Maidens (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907. Excerpt: ... PROMETHEUS BOUND. Enter Strength and Force, leading Prometheus between them, Hephcestus following. Strength. Earth's limit have we reached, the far-off plain, The Scythian steppes, the trackless wilderness. Now must thou heed, Hephaestus, those behests Laid on thee by Allfather, even to chain This villain to the crags precipitous With adamant bands, with fetters of despair; For that he stole thy glory, stole the splendour Of fire all-fashioning, and gave to men: Such sin he now must expiate to the Gods, That he may learn to kiss the rod of Zeus, 10 And to make end of all his love for man. Hephaestus. Strength, and thou, Force, for you the hest of Zeus Hath end here, not a stumblingblock remains. But I--I have no heart to chain a God, Mine own kin, to the tempest-haunted gorge; Yet must of sorest need find heart for this: For ill it is to slight Allfather's word. High-thoughted son of Themis righteous-souled, Loth mine indignant victim shall I nail To this lone crag with brass clamps hard to part, 20 Where voice nor form of mortal man shalt thou Behold; but by the glaring sun-flame scorched Thy skin shall blacken: glad shalt thou be, oft As night with spangled vesture veils his light, Glad, when the sun makes dawn-rime mist again. Yea, still the anguish of the immediate pain Shall rack thee. Not yet is thy saviour born. Thus guerdoned is thy passion of love for man Dreadless of Gods' wrath, thou, a God, to men Gav'st their prerogatives in scorn of right. 30 Wherefore this drear scaur shalt thou sentinel Upstanding, sleepless, never bending knee; And many a moan and profitless lament Shalt wail, for Zeus' heart is inexorable. Rough is the grasp that clutches late-won power. Strength. Enough, what boots thy dallying, thy vain ruth? Why hatest thou not the G...