for this lot
 wise Zeus assigned to him. And ready-witted Prometheus he bound with
 inextricable bonds, cruel chains, and drove a shaft through his
 middle, and set on him a long-winged eagle, which used to eat his
 immortal liver; but by night the liver grew as much again everyway as the long-winged bird
 devoured in the whole day. That bird Heracles, the valiant son of
 shapely-ankled Alcmene, slew; and delivered the son of Iapetus from
 the cruel plague, and released him from his affliction—not
 without the will of Olympian Zeus who reigns on high, that the glory of Heracles the
 Theban-born might be yet greater than it was before over the plenteous
 earth. This, then, he regarded, and honored his famous son; though he
 was angry, he ceased from the wrath which he had before because
 Prometheus matched himself in wit with the almighty son of
 Cronos. For when the gods
 and mortal men had a dispute at Mecone, even then Prometheus was
 forward to cut up a great ox and set portions before them, trying to
 deceive the mind of Zeus. Before the rest he set flesh and inner parts
 thick with fat upon the hide, covering them with an ox
 paunch; but for Zeus he put
 the white bones dressed up with cunning art and covered with shining
 fat. Then the father of men and of gods said to him: “Son of
 Iapetus, most glorious of all lords, good sir, how unfairly you have
 divided the portions!”