Euripides, Hippolytus, Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator), 131

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Matt von verzehrendem Schmerz,
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Im stillen Gemach sich daheim

Hårm', in leuchtendes Gewand

Ihr goldenes Haar verhüllend.

Heut schon den dritten Tag,

Wie mir verkündiget ward,
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Hålt sie der Erde Frucht

Vom reinen Leib ferne, vom Göttermunde;

In stummem Gram will sie des Todesgottes

Unseligem Ziele zusteuern.

Strophe 2.

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

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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)

Ἱππόλυτος Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.) — 121-169 focus

Χορός

Ὠκεανοῦ τις ὕδωρ στάζουσα πέτρα λέγεται,

βαπτὰν κάλπισι ῥυτὰν πα-

γὰν προιεῖσα κρημνῶν·

ὅθι μοί τις ἦν φίλα
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πορφύρεα φάρεα

ποταμίᾳ δρόσῳ

τέγγουσα, θερ-

μᾶς δ’ ἐπὶ νῶτα πέτρας εὐ-

αλίου κατέβαλλ’· ὅθεν

μοι πρώτα φάτις ἦλθε δεσποίνας·
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Χορός

τειρομέναν νοσερᾷ κοίτᾳ δέμας ἐντὸς ἔχειν

οἴκων, λεπτὰ δὲ φάρη ξάν-

θαν κεφαλὰν σκιάζειν·

τριτάταν δέ νιν κλύω
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τάνδ’ ἀβρωσίᾳ

στόματος ἁμέραν

Δάματρος ἀ-

κτᾶς δέμας ἁγνὸν ἴσχειν, κρυ-

πτῷ πένθει θανάτου θέλου-

σαν κέλσαι ποτὶ τέρμα δύστανον.
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141

Χορός

— ἦ σὺ γ’ ἔνθεος, ὦ κούρα,

εἴτ’ ἐκ Πανὸς εἴθ’ Ἑκάτας

ἢ σεμνῶν Κορυβάντων φοι-

τᾷς ἢ ματρὸς ὀρείας;

— σὺ δ’ ἀμφὶ τὰν πολύθηρον Δί-
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κτυνναν ἀμπλακίαις ἀνίε-

ρος ἀθύτων πελάνων τρύχῃ;

φοιτᾷ γὰρ καὶ διὰ λίμνας

χέρσον θ’ ὑπὲρ πελάγους

δίναις ἐν νοτίαις ἅλμας.
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151

Χορός

— ἢ πόσιν, τὸν Ἐρεχθειδᾶν

ἀρχαγόν, τὸν εὐπατρίδαν,

ποιμαίνει τις ἐν οἴκοις κρυ-

πτὰ κοίτα λεχέων σῶν;

— ἢ ναυβάτας τις ἔπλευσεν Κρή-
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τας ἔξορμος ἀνὴρ λιμένα

τὸν εὐξεινότατον ναύταις,

φήμαν πέμπων βασιλείᾳ,

λύπᾳ δ’ ὑπὲρ παθέων

εὐναία δέδεται ψυχά;
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161

Χορός

— φιλεῖ δὲ τᾷ δυστρόπῳ γυναικῶν

ἁρμονίᾳ κακὰ δύστανος ἀμηχανία συνοικεῖν,

ὠδινῶν τε καὶ ἀφροσύνας.

δι’ ἐμᾶς ᾖξέν ποτε νηδύος ἅδ’
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αὔρα. τὰν δ’ εὔλοχον οὐρανίαν

τόξων μεδέουσαν ἀύτευν

Ἄρτεμιν, καί μοι πολυζήλωτος αἰεὶ

σὺν θεοῖσι φοιτᾷ.

Translations (2)

Hippolytus Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.) — 121-165 focus

Chorus

A rock there is, where, as they say, the ocean dew distils, and from its beetling brow it pours a copious stream for pitchers to be dipped therein;

’twas here I had a friend washing robes of purple in the trickling stream, and she was spreading them out on the face of a warm sunny rock; from her
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I had the tidings, first of all, that my mistress
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Chorus

she was wasting on the bed of sickness, pent within her house, a thin veil o’ershadowing her head of golden hair.

And this is the third day I hear that she hath closed her lovely lips and denied her chaste body all sustenance, eager to hide her suffering
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and reach death’s cheerless bourn.
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Chorus

Maiden, thou must be possessed, by Pan made frantic or by Hecate, or by the Corybantes dread, and Cybele the mountain mother.

Or maybe thou hast sinned against Dictynna, huntress-queen, and art wasting for thy guilt in sacrifice unoffered. For she doth range o’er lakes’ expanse and past the bounds of earth
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upon the ocean’s tossing billows.
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Chorus

Or doth some rival in thy house beguile thy lord, the captain of Erechtheus’ sons, that hero nobly bom, to secret amours hid from thee?

Or hath some mariner sailing hither from Crete reached this port that sailors love, with evil tidings for our queen, and she with sorrow for her grievous fate
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is to her bed confined?
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Chorus

Yea, and oft o’er woman’s wayward nature settles a feeling of miserable perplexity, arising from labour-pains or passionate desire.

I, too, have felt at times this sharp thrill shoot through me, but I would cry to Artemis, queen of archery, who comes from heaven to aid us in our travail, and thanks to heaven’s grace she ever comes at my call with welcome help.
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Hippolytus (OCR draft) Experimental (Hippolytus. Robert Potter's English verse translation, first published in 1781–1783; text from the 1808 Oxford printing.)

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