Its point resistless through his rebel breast.
Hephaesthus.
Alas! alas! Prometheus, but I pity thee!
Might.
Dost lag again, and for Jove’s enemies weep
Fond tears? Beware thou have no cause to weep
Tears for thyself.
Hephaesthus.
Thou see’st no sightly sight
For eyes to look on.