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Cast them around his hands: with mighty force

Smite with the hammer, nail him to the rocks.

The work so far is finished;—not amiss.

Strike harder yet: clench fast: be nowhere slack.

His wit will find a way where no way is.

This arm, at least, is fast beyond escape.

This too clamp firmly down; so may he learn,

Shrewd though he be, he duller is than Zeus.

No one but he could justly censure me.

Of adamantine wedge the stubborn fang

Straight through his breast now drive, right sturdily.

Alas! Prometheus! I lament thy pangs.

Dost shrink, lamenting o'er the foes of Zeus?

Beware, lest some day for thyself thou grieve.