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Hephaistos.
Well 'tis a doing, and at no sluggard's pace.
Strength.
Smite harder, press him tightly—leave nought slack—
He's clever at impossible escapes. 66 (59)
Hephaistos.
There, one arm's fixed already, past all freeing.
Strength.
Now pin the other fast then—let the sage
Be taught that he is duller-brained than Zeus.
Hephaistos.
None can reproach me fairly, save him here. 70 (63)
Strength.
Now drive the relentless tooth of the iron wedge
Right through his body—force it into him.
Hephaistos.
Alas! Prometheus, woe's me for thy pangs.
