A monologue from the perform by Aeschylus
NOTE: This monologue is reprinted coming from The Dramas of Aeschylus. Trans. Anna Swanwick. London: George Bell and Sons, 1907.
PROMETHEUS: Believe not which i through satisfaction or obduracy, pigheadedness
Keep quiet, nay, my personal brooding center is gnawed
Seeing myself thus marred with contumely
And yet what other but me personally marked away
To these fresh gods their very own full prerogatives?
But We refrain, to get, nought my own tongue could tell
Save what en know. But rather list the ills
Of mortal males, how being babes prior to
I built them sensible and professionals of their sensibilities.
This will I tell, less in blame of males
But exhibiting how via kindness flowd my items.
For they, in the beginning, though viewing, saw in vain
Hearing they observed not, however like styles in dreams.
Through the long time all things randomly mixed
Of brick-wove residences, sunward-turnd, nought knew
Nor joiners craft, but digging they dwelt
Like puny ants, in caverns depths unsunned.
Not of winter, nor of spring flower-strewn
Nor successful summer, had they specific sign
Nevertheless without common sense everything they will wrought
Until I to them the risings of the stars
Uncovered, and their settings hard in scanning.
Nay, likewise Number, skill supreme, for them
I found, and marshalling of written indications
Handmaid to memory, mom of the Muse.
And I in traces initial brute pets yokd
Controlled by harness, with vicarious durability
Bearing in mortals stead their largest toils.
Hearken the rest, and thou wilt marvel even more
What disciplines and what resources We devised.
This chief of all, if anybody fell ill
No help there was, diet plan nor liniment
Nor curing draught, although men, to get lack of drugs
Wasted away, till I to all of them revealed
Commixtures of assuaging remedies
Which may disorders manifold get rid of.
Of prophecies the various ways I fixed
And amongst dreams do first discriminate
The honest vision. Noises ominous
Hard to interpret, I to them made known:
And way-side auguries, the trip of wild birds
With crooked talons, evidently I defined
Showed by their nature which auspicious are
And which ill-omenedtaught the settings of existence
Native to each, and what, among themselves
Their feuds, affections, and confederacies.
Coming in contact with the smoothness of the essential parts
And what the hue most desirable to the gods
I taught them, and the mottled symmetry
Of gall and liver. Thighs enveloped in body fat
With the extended chine My spouse and i burnt, and mortals led
To a mystical art, of fire-eyed indicators
I purged the eye-sight, over-filmed ahead of.
Such had been the boons I gave, and neath the earth
Individuals other helps to men, concealed which lie
Brass, iron, silver, rare metal, who dares affirm
That before myself he had discovered them?
No-one, I know, although who would idly vaunt.
The sum of all learn thou in one short word
Most arts to mortals by Prometheus came up.
Such cunning works pertaining to mortals My spouse and i contrived
But, hapless, for myself can not find device
To free me from this present agony.