HEPHAESTUS.
This arm is fixed past any power to loose.
MIGHT.
Clench now the other firmly; let him know
That all his cunning is no match for Zeus.
HEPHAESTUS.
Fault with my work can no one find save he.
MIGHT.
Drive then the ruthless spike of adamant
Right through the sinner's breast and see it holds.
HEPHAESTUS.
Alas, Prometheus! I bemoan thy pains.