Specimens of Greek Tragedy — Aeschylus and Sophocles by Goldwin Smith
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Why dost thou curse it? Simple truth to say,
Thy art is no way guilty of these ills. HEPHAESTUS. Would it had fallen to any lot but mine. MIGHT. The one thing to the gods themselves denied [Footnote: In this passage I have retained the old reading eprachthae with the interpretation of the Scholiast.] Is sovereignty, for Zeus alone is free. HEPHAESTUS. Too well I know it, and gainsay it not. MIGHT. Be quick, then, and make fast this sinner's chain, Lest the Almighty see thee loitering. HEPHAESTUS. Here are the fetters for his arms; behold them. MIGHT. Grasp him, and with thy hammer round his arms |
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