(CH) And have frail mortals now the flame-bright fire?
(P) Yea, and shall master many arts thereby.
(CH) And Zeus with such misfeasance charging thee-
(P) Torments me with extremity of woe.
(CH) And is no end in prospect of thy pains?
(P) None; save when he shall choose to make an end.
(CH) How should he choose? What hope is thine? Dost thou Not see that
thou hast erred? But how thou erredst Small pleasure were to me to
tell; to the
Exceeding sorrow. Let it go then: rather
Seek thou for some deliverance from thy woes.
(P) He who stands free with an untrammelled foot Is quick to counsel
and exhort a friend In trouble. But all these things I know well. Of
my free will, my own free will, I erred, And freely do I here
acknowledge it. Freeing mankind myself have durance found. Natheless,
I looked not for sentence so dread, High on this precipice to droop
Having no neighbour but the desolate crags.