No More Learning

Why not hate
A god the gods hate? one too who betrayed
Thy glory unto men?

_Hephaestus. _ An awful thing
Is kinship joined to friendship.

_Strength. _ Grant it be;
Is disobedience to the Father's word
A possible thing? Dost quail not more for that?

_Hephaestus. _ Thou, at least, art a stern one: ever bold.

_Strength. _ Why, if I wept, it were no remedy;
And do not _thou_ spend labour on the air
To bootless uses.

_Hephaestus. _ Cursed handicraft!
I curse and hate thee, O my craft!

_Strength.
_ Why hate
Thy craft most plainly innocent of all
These pending ills?

_Hephaestus. _ I would some other hand
Were here to work it!

_Strength. _ All work hath its pain,
Except to rule the gods. There is none free
Except King Zeus.

_Hephaestus. _ I know it very well:
I argue not against it.

_Strength. _ Why not, then,
Make haste and lock the fetters over HIM
Lest Zeus behold thee lagging?

_Hephaestus. _ Here be chains.
Zeus may behold these.

_Strength. _ Seize him: strike amain:
Strike with the hammer on each side his hands--
Rivet him to the rock.

_Hephaestus.