Nor any bit, but mind's firm masterdom.
And know that for thy grief my heart is sore;
The bond of kind,
methinks, constraineth me;
Nor is there any I would honour more,
Apart from kinship, than I
reverence thee.
And thou shalt learn that I speak verity:
Mine is no smooth, false tongue; for do but show
How I can serve thee, grieved and outraged thus,
Thou ne'er shalt say thou hast, come weal, come woe,
A friend more
faithful than Oceanus.
PROMETHEUS
How now? Who greets me? What! Art thou too come
To gaze upon my woes? How could'st thou leave
The
stream that bears thy name, thine antres arched
With native rock, to visit earth that breeds
The massy iron in her womb? Com'st thou
To be
spectator of my evil lot
And fellow sympathizer with my woes?
Behold, a thing indeed to gaze upon
The friend of Zeus, co-stablisher of his rule,
See, by this
sentence with what pains I am bowed I
OCEANUS
Prometheus, all too
plainly I behold:
And for the best would
counsel thee: albeit
Thy brain is subtle. Learn to know thy heart,
And, as the times, so let thy manners change,
For by the law of change a new God rules.
But, if these bitter,
savage, sharp-set words
Thou ventest, it may be, though he sit throned
Far off and high above thee, Zeus will hear;
And then thy present
multitude of ills
Will seem the mild
correction of a babe.
Rather, O thou much chastened one, refrain
Thine anger, and from
suffering seek release.
Stale, peradventure, seem these words of mine:
Nevertheless, of a too
haughty tongue
Such
punishment, Prometheus, is the wage.
But thou, not yet brought low by
suffering,
To what thou hast of ill would'st add far worse.
Therefore, while thou hast me for schoolmaster,
Thou shalt not kick against the pricks; the more
That an arch-despot who no audit dreads
Rules by his own rough will. And now I leave thee,
To
strive with what success I may command
For thy deliv'rance. Keep a quiet mind
And use not over-vehemence of speech-
Knowest thou not, being
exceeding wise,
A
wanton, idle tongue brings chastisement?
PROMETHEUS
I
marvel that thou art not in my case,
Seeing with me thou did'st adventure all.
And now, I do
entreat thee, spare thyself.
Thou wilt not move him: he's not easy moved
Take heed lest thou find trouble by the way.
OCEANUS
Thou are a better
counsellor to others
Than to thyself: I judge by deeds not words.
Pluck me not back when I would fain set forth.
My oath upon it, Zeus will grant my prayer
And free thee from these pangs.
PROMETHEUS
I tender the
For this my thanks and ever-during praise.
Certes, no
backward friend art thou; and yet
Trouble not thyself; for at the best thy labour
Will nothing serve me, if thou mean'st to serve.
Being thyself untrammelled stand fast.
For, not to mitigate my own mischance,
Would I see others hap on evil days.
The thought be far from me. I feel the weight
Of Atlas' woes, my brother in the west
Shouldering the
pillar that props heaven and earth,
No wieldy fardel for his arms to fold.
The giant
dweller in Cilician dens
I saw and pitied-a
terrific shape,
A hundred-headed monster-when he fell,
Resistless Typhon who withstood the Gods,
With fearsome hiss of beak-mouth horrible,
While
lightning from his eyes with Gorgon-glare
Flashed for the
ravage of the realm of Zeus.
But on him came the bolt that never sleeps,
Down-crashing
thunder, with emitted fire,
Which shattered him and all his
towering hopes
Dashed into ruin;
smitten through the breast,
His strength as smoking
cinder,
lightning-charred.
And now a heap, a
helpless, sprawling hulk,
He lies stretched out beside the narrow seas,
Pounded and crushed deep under Etna's roots.
But on the mountain-top Hephaestus sits
Forging the
molten iron,
whence shall burst
Rivers of fire, with red and ravening jaws
To waste fair-fruited, smooth, Sicilian fields.
Such bilious up-boiling of his ire
Shall Typho vent, with slingstone-showers red-hot,
And unapproachable surge of fiery spray,
Although combusted by the bolt of Zeus.
But thou art not unlearned, nor needest me
To be thy teacher: save thyself the way
Thou knowest and I will
fortify my heart
Until the wrathfulness of Zeus abate.
OCEANUS
Nay then, Prometheus, art thou ignorant
Words are physicians to a wrath-sick soul?
PROMETHEUS
Yes, if with skill one
soften the ripe core,
Not by rough measures make it obdurate.
OCEANUS
Seest thou in warm
affection detriment
Or aught untoward in adventuring?
PROMETHEUS
A load of toil and a light mind withal.
OCEANUS
Then give me leave to call that
sickness mine.
Wise men accounted fools
attain their ends.
PROMETHEUS
But how if I am galled by thine offence?
OCEANUS
There very palpably thou thrustest home.
PROMETHEUS
Beware lest thou through pity come to broils.
OCEANUS
With one established in Omnipotence?
PROMETHEUS
Of him take heed lest thou find heaviness.
OCEANUS
I am schooled by thy
calamity, Prometheus!
PROMETHEUS
Pack then! And, prithee, do not change thy mind!
OCEANUS
Thou criest "On" to one in haste to go.
For look, my
dragon with
impatient wings
Flaps at the broad, smooth road of level air.
Fain would he kneel him down in his own stall.
Exit OCEANUS.
CHORUS (after alighting)
I mourn for thee, Prometheus,
minished and brought low,
Watering my
virgin cheeks with these sad drops, that flow
From sorrow's rainy fount, to fill soft-lidded eyes
With pure libations for thy fortune's obsequies.
An evil
portion that none coveteth hath Zeus
Prepared for thee; by self-made laws established for his use
Disposing all, the elder Gods he purposeth to show
How strong is that right arm
wherewith he smites a foe.
There hath gone up a cry from earth, a groaning for the fall
Of things of old
renown and shapes majestical,
And for thy passing an
exceeding bitter groan;
For thee and for thy brother Gods whose honour was thine own:
These things all they who dwell in Asia's holy seat,
Time's minions, mourn and with their groans thy groans repeat.
Yea, and they mourn who dwell beside the Colchian shore,
The hero maids unwedded that delight in war,
And Scythia's swarming myriads who their
dwelling make
Around the borders of the world, the salt Maeotian lake.
Mourns Ares' stock, that flowers in desert Araby,
And the strong city mourns, the hill-fort planted high,
Near neighbour to huge Caucasus, dread mountaineers
That love the clash of arms, the
counter of sharp spears.
Beforetime of all Gods one have I seen in pain,
One only Titan bound with adamantine chain,
Atlas in strength
supreme, who groaning stoops, downbent
Under the burthen of the earth and heaven's broad firmament.
Bellows the main of waters, surge with foam-seethed surge
Clashing tumultuous; for thee the deep seas chant their dirge;
And Hell's dark under-world a hollow moaning fills;
Thee mourn the
sacredstreams with all their fountain-rills.
PROMETHEUS
Think not that I for pride and stubbornness
Am silent: rather is my heart the prey
Of gnawing thoughts, both for the past, and now
Seeing myself by
vengeance buffeted.
For to these younger Gods their precedence
Who severally determined if not I?
No more of that: I should but weary you
With things ye know; but listen to the tale
Of human
sufferings, and how at first
Senseless as beasts I gave men sense, possessed them
Of mind. I speak not in
contempt of man;
I do but tell of good gifts I conferred.
In the
beginning,
seeing they saw amiss,
And
hearing heard not, but, like phantoms huddled
In dreams, the perplexed story of their days
Confounded;
knowing neither timber-work
Nor brick-built
dwellings basking in the light,
But dug for themselves holes,
wherein like ants,
That hardly may
contend against a breath,
They dwelt in burrows of their unsunned caves.
Neither of winter's cold had they fixed sign,
Nor of the spring when she comes decked with flowers,
Nor yet of summer's heat with melting fruits
Sure token: but utterly without knowledge
Moiled, until I the rising of the stars
Showed them, and when they set, though much obscure.
Moreover, number, the most excellent
Of all inventions, I for them devised,
And gave them
writing that retaineth all,
The serviceable mother of the Muse.
I was the first that yoked unmanaged beasts,
To serve as slaves with
collar and with pack,
And take upon themselves, to man's relief,
The heaviest labour of his hands: and