Euripides, Medea, Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator), 976

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Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.

Medea. Euripides. Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator). . .

Current edition Experimental

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1841; OCR review) (OCR draft) (German) (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 1, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1841. Harvard OCR compared with an independent BSB copy. Native Donner verse citations, Murray reference cards, explicitly located notes and page facsimiles. Unresolved OCR, verse divisions, unlocated notes and printed errata are documented in the source review.)

Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.

Editions (1)

Μήδεια Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.) — 976-1001 focus

Χορός

νῦν ἐλπίδες οὐκέτι μοι παίδων ζόας,

οὐκέτι· στείχουσι γὰρ ἐς φόνον ἤδη.

δέξεται νύμφα χρυσέων ἀναδεσμῶν

δέξεται δύστανος ἄταν·

ξανθᾷ δ’ ἀμφὶ κόμᾳ θήσει τὸν Ἅιδα
980

κόσμον αὐτὰ χεροῖν. λαβοῦσα.

983

Χορός

πείσει χάρις ἀμβρόσιός τ’ αὐγὰ πέπλων

χρυσέων τευκτὸν στέφανον περιθέσθαι·

νερτέροις δ’ ἤδη πάρα νυμφοκομήσει.
985

τοῖον εἰς ἕρκος πεσεῖται

καὶ μοῖραν θανάτου δύστανος· ἄταν δ’

οὐχ ὑπεκφεύξεται.

990

Χορός

σὺ δ’, ὦ τάλαν, ὦ κακόνυμφε κηδεμὼν τυράννων,
990

παισὶν οὐ κατειδὼς

ὄλεθρον βιοτᾷ προσάγεις ἀλόχῳ τε

σᾷ στυγερὸν θάνατον.

δύστανε μοίρας ὅσον παροίχῃ.
995

996

Χορός

μεταστένομαι δὲ σὸν ἄλγος, ὦ τάλαινα παίδων

μᾶτερ, ἃ φονεύσεις

τέκνα νυμφιδίων ἕνεκεν λεχέων, ἅ

σοι προλιπὼν ἀνόμως
1000

ἄλλᾳ ξυνοικεῖ πόσις συνεύνῳ.

Translations (2)

Medea Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.) — 976-1000 focus

Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

983

Chorus

Its grace and sheen divine will tempt her to put on the robe and crown of gold,

and in that act will she deck herself to be a bride amid the dead. Such is the snare whereinto she will fall, such is the deadly doom that waits the hapless maid, nor shall she from the curse escape.
985

990

Chorus

And thou, poor wretch, who to thy sorrow art wedding a king’s daughter, little thinkest of the doom thou art bringing on thy children’s life, or of the cruel death that waits thy bride.
990

Woe is thee! how art thou fallen from thy high estate!
995

996

Chorus

Next do I bewail thy sorrows, O mother hapless in thy children, thou who wilt slay thy babes because thou hast a rival, the babes

thy husband hath deserted impiously to join him to another bride.
1000

Medea (OCR draft) Experimental (Medea. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

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Euripides Medea 976

Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator)

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Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.

Current edition Experimental

Χορός

μεταστένομαι δὲ σὸν ἄλγος, ὦ τάλαινα παίδων

μᾶτερ, ἃ φονεύσεις

τέκνα νυμφιδίων ἕνεκεν λεχέων, ἅ

σοι προλιπὼν ἀνόμως
1000

ἄλλᾳ ξυνοικεῖ πόσις συνεύνῳ.

Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

Chorus

Its grace and sheen divine will tempt her to put on the robe and crown of gold,

and in that act will she deck herself to be a bride amid the dead. Such is the snare whereinto she will fall, such is the deadly doom that waits the hapless maid, nor shall she from the curse escape.
985

Chorus

And thou, poor wretch, who to thy sorrow art wedding a king’s daughter, little thinkest of the doom thou art bringing on thy children’s life, or of the cruel death that waits thy bride.
990

Woe is thee! how art thou fallen from thy high estate!
995

Chorus

Next do I bewail thy sorrows, O mother hapless in thy children, thou who wilt slay thy babes because thou hast a rival, the babes

thy husband hath deserted impiously to join him to another bride.
1000

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Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun, Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin. Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte, Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme, 955 Und in das blonde Geflecht Der Locken heftet sie des Todes Schmuck mit eignen Hånden. Gegenstrophe 1.

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Χορός μεταστένομαι δὲ σὸν ἄλγος, ὦ τάλαινα παίδων μᾶτερ, ἃ φονεύσεις τέκνα νυμφιδίων ἕνεκεν λεχέων, ἅ σοι προλιπὼν ἀνόμως 1000 ἄλλᾳ ξυνοικεῖ πόσις συνεύνῳ.

Chorus Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin; with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death. 980

Chorus Its grace and sheen divine will tempt her to put on the robe and crown of gold, and in that act will she deck herself to be a bride amid the dead. Such is the snare whereinto she will fall, such is the deadly doom that waits the hapless maid, nor shall she from the curse escape. 985

Chorus And thou, poor wretch, who to thy sorrow art wedding a king’s daughter, little thinkest of the doom thou art bringing on thy children’s life, or of the cruel death that waits thy bride. 990 Woe is thee! how art thou fallen from thy high estate! 995

Chorus Next do I bewail thy sorrows, O mother hapless in thy children, thou who wilt slay thy babes because thou hast a rival, the babes thy husband hath deserted impiously to join him to another bride. 1000

Stable identifiers

Nun hoff' ich die Sohne nicht lebend mehr zu schaun,

Nimmermehr! Sie gehen bereits in den Tod hin.

Einen Kranz, goldfunkelnd, empfångt die Vermählte,

Ihren Fluch empfängt die Arme,
955

Und in das blonde Geflecht

Der Locken heftet sie des Todes

Schmuck mit eignen Hånden.

Gegenstrophe 1.

Χορός

μεταστένομαι δὲ σὸν ἄλγος, ὦ τάλαινα παίδων

μᾶτερ, ἃ φονεύσεις

τέκνα νυμφιδίων ἕνεκεν λεχέων, ἅ

σοι προλιπὼν ἀνόμως
1000

ἄλλᾳ ξυνοικεῖ πόσις συνεύνῳ.

Chorus

Gone, gone is every hope I had that the children yet might live; forth to their doom they now proceed. The hapless bride will take, ay, take the golden crown that is to be her ruin;

with her own hand will she lift and place upon her golden locks the garniture of death.
980

Chorus

Its grace and sheen divine will tempt her to put on the robe and crown of gold,

and in that act will she deck herself to be a bride amid the dead. Such is the snare whereinto she will fall, such is the deadly doom that waits the hapless maid, nor shall she from the curse escape.
985

Chorus

And thou, poor wretch, who to thy sorrow art wedding a king’s daughter, little thinkest of the doom thou art bringing on thy children’s life, or of the cruel death that waits thy bride.
990

Woe is thee! how art thou fallen from thy high estate!
995

Chorus

Next do I bewail thy sorrows, O mother hapless in thy children, thou who wilt slay thy babes because thou hast a rival, the babes

thy husband hath deserted impiously to join him to another bride.
1000