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A sight thou seest, grievous to the eye.

I see him meeting with his own deserts:

But come, around his sides the girdings cast.

Do it I must; urge me not over-much.

Urge thee I will; ay, hound thee to the work;

Get thee below; forceful enring his legs.

There, finished is the work, nor great the toil.

Now the bored fetters strike right lustily;

For stern the overlooker of these works.

Like to thy shape the utterance of thy tongue.

Be thou soft-hearted but upbraid not me,

For stubborn will and ruggedness of heart.

Let us begone; his limbs are iron-meshed.