POWER. We have reached the land at the furthest bounds of earth, the Scythian marshes, a wilderness where no mortals live. (1-11)
HEPHAESTUS. Here you will hear no mortal voice, see no mortal form; you will lose the bloom of your skin, grilled by the brilliant flames of the sun; welcome to you will be Night of the gaudy apparel when she hides the daylight, but welcome too the return of the sun to disperse the early morning frost; and you will be continually worn down by the burden of one or another kind of suffering, for he who can relieve it is not yet born. This is what you have gained for your human-loving ways. (18-28)
PROMETHEUS. I did: I stopped mortals foreseeing their death.
CHORUS. What remedy did you find for that affliction?
PROMETHEUS. I planted blind hopes within them.
CHORUS. That was a great benefit you gave to mortals.
PROMETHEUS. And what is more, I gave them fire.
CHORUS. You mean those short-lived beings now possess flaming fire? (248-256)