{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/luc/wl1/wl113.htm","path":"cla/luc/wl1/wl113.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/luc/wl1/wl113.htm","text":"Prometheus. Zeus\nProm. Release me, Zeus; I have suffered enough.\nZeus. Release you? you? Why, by rights your irons should be heavier, you should have the whole weight of Caucasus upon you, and instead of one, a dozen vultures, not just pecking at your liver, but scratching out your eyes. You made these abominable human creatures to vex us, you stole our fire, you invented women. I need not remind you how you overreached me about the meat-offerings; my portion, bones disguised in fat: yours, all the good.\nProm. And have I not been punished enough--riveted to the Caucasus all these years, feeding your bird (on which all worst curses light!) with my liver?\nZeus. \u2019Tis not a tithe of your deserts.\nProm. Consider, I do not ask you to release me for nothing. I offer you information which is invaluable.\nZeus. Promethean wiles!\nProm. Wiles? to what end? you can find the Caucasus another time; and there are chains to be had, if you catch me cheating.\nZeus. Tell me first the nature of your 'invaluable' offer.\nProm. If I tell you your present errand right, will that convince you that I can prophesy too?\nZeus. Of course it will.\nProm. You are bound on a little visit to Thetis.\nZeus. Right so far. And the sequel? I trust you now.\nProm. Have no dealings with her, Zeus. As sure as Nereus's daughter conceives by you, your child shall mete you the measure you meted to--\nZeus. I shall lose my kingdom, you would say?\nProm. Avert it, Fate! I say only, that union portends this issue.\nZeus. Thetis, farewell! and for this Hephaestus shall set you free.\nH.","title":"Works of Lucian, Vol. I: Dialogues of the Gods: I","type":"page"}