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Ruthless as ever, brutal to the full!

Tears can avail him nothing: strive not thou,

Nor waste thine efforts thus unaidingly.

Out on my cursèd mastery of steel!

Why curse it thus? In sooth that craft of thine

Standeth assoiled of all that here is wrought.

Would that some other were endowed therewith!

All hath its burden, save the rule of Heaven,

And freedom is for Zeus, and Zeus alone.

I know it; I gainsay no word hereof.

Up, then, and hasten to do on his bonds,

Lest Zeus behold thee indolent of will!

Ah well—behold the armlets ready now!