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Again then thou art shrinking, making moan

Over the foe of Zeus. Have thou a care

Lest some day thou shouldst needs wail for thyself.

Thou seest a sight most piteous to behold.

I see one here receiving his deserts.

Come, gird him round the body with those bands.

So must I needs, but thou hound me not on.

But I will hound thee on, aye, drive thee at him.

Go lower, force his legs into the gyves.

There then, that work is done, and with no lagging.

Now strike strong on the rivets through the feet,

For stern the overseer who scans the work.