Drench'd in the blood of mine friends
Drinking from the cup of mine enemies
Cities labour'd for, from sweat built
To smoke I bring, ,no remorse nor guilt
With kings dine do I, from a peasant's toils              
I myself arose
Hang me, why, they do not
Though treason daily I commit under theirs nose

The curse of Prometheus upon them I brought
Except their livers i care for not, but their lungs I've always sought