HEPHAESTUS: It is being done now. I am not idling at my work. MIGHT: Hammer it more; put in the wedge; leave it loose nowhere. He’s a cunning fellow at finding a way even out of hopeless difficulties. HEPHAESTUS: Look now, his arm is fixed immovably! MIGHT: Nail the other safe, that he may learn, for all his cleverness, that he is duller witted than Zeus. HEPHAESTUS: No one, save Prometheus, can justly blame me. MIGHT: Drive the obstinate jaw of the adamantine wedge right through his breast: drive