Greek dramas . rules you now,Fall, shamed to sudden ruin? Do I seemTo tremble and quail before your modern gods?Far be it from me ! For thyself depart;Retread thy steps in haste. To all thou hast askedI answer nothing. Hermes. Such a wind of pride Impelled thee of yore full sail upon these rocks. Prometheus. I would not barter—learn thou soothlythat !—My suffering for thy service. I maintainIt is a nobler thing to serve these rocksThan live a faithful slave to Father upon scorners I retort their scorn. Hermes. It seems that thou dost glory in thy despair. Prometheus. I glory ? Would
Greek dramas . rules you now,Fall, shamed to sudden ruin? Do I seemTo tremble and quail before your modern gods?Far be it from me ! For thyself depart;Retread thy steps in haste. To all thou hast askedI answer nothing. Hermes. Such a wind of pride Impelled thee of yore full sail upon these rocks. Prometheus. I would not barter—learn thou soothlythat !—My suffering for thy service. I maintainIt is a nobler thing to serve these rocksThan live a faithful slave to Father upon scorners I retort their scorn. Hermes. It seems that thou dost glory in thy despair. Prometheus. I glory ? Would my foes did glory so,And I stood by to see them !—naming whom,Thou art not unremembered. Hermes. Dost thou charge Me also with the blame of thy mischance ? Prometheus. I tell thee I loathe the universal gods,Who, for the good I gave them, rendered backThe 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 !. ound d the thiihamed fromid thy stQtf ihd 01 pride aail upon these rocks,ild not n thou soothly n 3r the go ;ng, TitIf it 3k 8k *. , /• 4 PROMETHEUS BOUND 41 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 learned 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 Sires requirement. Prometheus. Verily I owe him grateful service, and should pay it. Hermes. Why, thou dost mock me, Titan, as I stoodA child before thy face. Prometheus. No child, forsooth, But yet more foolish than a foolish child,If thou expect that I should answer aughtThy Zeus can ask. No torture from his hand,Nor any machination in the world,Shall force mine utterance ere he loose, himself,These cankerous fetters from me. For the rest,Let him now hurl his
Size: 1337px × 1868px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookauthoraeschylus, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1900, booksubject
