(He cries)
"Had drawn the lot
To do this deed!"
To which Might replies
All things may be, but this:
To dictate to the gods. There's one that's free,
One only—Jove.
And Hephæstus sullenly acquiesces, as he beats away at his task,
"I know it, and am dumb."
—Amid similar talk—of protest from Vulcan and pitiless menace from Might—the great blacksmith proceeds to force an adamantine bolt through the breast of Prometheus, then to nail his feet to the rock, and so at last cries, in relief,
Let us away, He's fettered, limb and thew.
But Might must have his last pitiless speech.
"There lie,