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will yield to flames of sun your ruddy bloom, and rejoice
when night, to shroud the fire, lets fall her robe all star in~
wound; then shall you yearn for the sun’s return to lift the
‘morning’s icy pall. Forever, an ever-present weight of
despair will grind you down, since your releaser is yet unborn-
Such rewards you have won for yourself by fondling the race
of men overmuch. A god among gods you walked above, un-
crouching beneath gods’ wrath; but god you were you stooped
‘to bear men gifts and goods above their grasp. Therefore
you are guardian over this loveless boulder, you 'will keep a
bolted-upright sleepless watch, an wunavailing groan—
your voice—Ffor entreaty hardens Zeus’stern heart. The newly
great are always harsh.

Power: Why delay and busy yourself with pity! Do you not
«detest this god the gods hate most of all? He it was who gave
.away, to creatures of a day, your rights. ’
Hephaistus: The bonds of blood and race are strong.
Power: Yet, do you dare disobey the father, do you quake
Tess at the wrath of Zeus?

Hephaistus: You are brutal and bloated with insolence.
Power: Your bemoaning this thief is stupid! Cease toiling
over that profitless task.

Hephaistus: Oh handicraft so hateful now!

Power: Why hate it? It is certain your craft fashioned no
part of today’s doings.

Hephaistus: Yet would it had fallen to another’s lot.
Power: Every lot burdens, except to rule among gods, for
only Zeus is free.

Hephaistus: I cannot disprove what this sight proves true.
Power: So take hot haste to gripe him with halters lest the
father observe you loitering.