This haughty tone hath been thy sin before:
Thy pride will strand thee on a worser woe.
Prometheus.
And were my woe tenfold what now it is,
I would not barter it for thy sweet chains;
For liefer would I lackey this bare rock
Than trip the messages of Father Jove.
The insolent thus with insolence I repay.
Hermes.
Thou dost delight in miseries; thou art wanton.