St.

Vul. Save this [sufferer], no one could with reason find fault with me.

Vul.

St. Now by main force rivet the ruthless fang of an adamantine wedge right through his breast.13

St.

Vul. Alas! alas! Prometheus, I sigh over thy sufferings.

Vul.

St. Again thou art hanging back, and sighest thou over the enemies of Jupiter? Look to it, that thou hast not at some time to mourn for thyself.

St.

Vul. Thou beholdest a spectacle ill-sighted to the eye.

Vul.

St. I behold this wretch receiving his deserts. But fling thou these girths round his sides.

St.

Vul. I must needs do this; urge me not very much.

Vul.

St. Ay, but I will urge thee, and set thee on too. Move downward, and strongly link his legs.

St.

Vul. And in truth the task is done with no long toil.

Vul.

St. With main force now smite the galling fetters, since stern indeed is the inspector of this work.

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