Part 26 (1/2)
Yet,-though in shackles close and strong I lie in wasting torments long,-- Yet the new tyrant, 'neath whose nod Cowers down each blest subservient G.o.d, One day, far hence, my help shall need, The destined stratagem to read, Whereby, in some yet distant day, Zeus shall be reaved of pride and sway: And no persuasion's honied spell Shall lure me on, the tale to tell; And no stern threat shall make me cower And yield the secret to his power, Until his purpose be foregone, And shackles yield, and he atone The deep despite that he hath done!
CHORUS
O strong in hardihood, thou striv'st amain Against the stress of pain!
But yet too free, too resolute thy tongue In challenging thy wrong!
Ah, shuddering dread doth make my spirit quiver, And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
I see not to what sh.o.r.e of safety ever Thy bark can steer- In depths unreached the will of Zeus doth dwell, Hidden, implacable!
PROMETHEUS
Ay, stern is Zeus, and Justice stands, Wrenched to his purpose, in his hands- Yet shall he learn, perforce, to know A milder mood, when falls the blow- His ruthless wrath he shall lay still, And he and I with mutual will In concord's bond shall go.
CHORUS
Unveil, say forth to us the tale entire, Under what imputation Zeus laid hands On thee, to rack thee thus with shameful pangs?
Tell us-unless the telling pain thee-all!
PROMETHEUS
Grievous alike are these things for my tongue, Grievous for silence-rueful everyway.
Know that, when first the G.o.ds began their strife, And heaven was all astir with mutual feud- Some willing to fling Cronos from his throne, And set, forsooth, their Zeus on high as king, And other some in contrariety Striving to bar him from heaven's throne for aye- Thereon I sought to counsel for the best The t.i.tan brood of Ouranos and Earth; Yet I prevailed not, for they held in scorn My glozing wiles, and, in their hardy pride, Deemed that sans effort they could grasp the sway.
But, for my sake, my mother Themis oft, And Earth, one symbol of names manifold, Had held me warned, how in futurity It stood ordained that not by force or power, But by some wile, the victors must prevail.
In such wise I interpreted; but they Deigned not to cast their heed thereon at all.
Then, of things possible, I deemed it best, Joining my mother's wisdom to mine own, To range myself with Zeus, two wills in one.
Thus, by device of mine, the murky depth Of Tartarus enfoldeth Cronos old And those who strove beside him. Such the aid I gave the lord of heaven-my meed for which He paid me thus, a penal recompense!
For 'tis the inward vice of tyranny, To deem of friends as being secret foes.
Now, to your question-hear me clearly show On what imputed fault he tortures me.
Scarce was he seated on his father's throne, When he began his doles of privilege Among the lesser G.o.ds, allotting power In trim division; while of mortal men Nothing he recked, nor of their misery Nay, even willed to blast their race entire To nothingness, and breed another brood; And none but I was found to cross his will.
I dared it, I alone; I rescued men From crus.h.i.+ng ruin and th' abyss of h.e.l.l- Therefore am I constrained in chastis.e.m.e.nt Grievous to bear and piteous to behold,- Yea, firm to feel compa.s.sion for mankind, Myself was held unworthy of the same- Ay, beyond pity am I ranged and ruled To sufferance-a sight that shames his sway!
CHORUS
A heart of steel, a mould of stone were he, Who could complacently behold thy pains I came not here as craving for this sight, And, seeing it, I stand heart-wrung with pain.
PROMETHEUS
Yea truly, kindly eyes must pity me!
CHORUS
Say, didst thou push transgression further still?
PROMETHEUS
Ay, man thro' me ceased to foreknow his death.
CHORUS
What cure couldst thou discover for this curse?
PROMETHEUS
Blind hopes I sent to nestle in man's heart.
CHORUS