Prometheus. I tell thee I loathe the universal gods,
Who for the good I gave them rendered back
The ill of their injustice.
Hermes.Thou art mad—
Thou art raving, Titan, at the fever-height.
Prometheus. If it be madness to abhor my foes,
May I be mad!
Hermes.If thou wert prosperous
Thou wouldst be unendurable.
Prometheus.Alas!
Hermes. Zeus knows not that word.
Prometheus.But maturing Time
Teaches all things.
Hermes.Howbeit, thou hast not learnt
The wisdom yet, thou needest.
Prometheus.If I had,
I should not talk thus with a slave like thee.
Hermes. No answer thou vouchsafest, I believe,
To the great Sire's requirement.