Euripides, Hippolytus, ed. Gilbert Murray, 1243

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πολλοὶ δὲ βουληθέντες ὑστέρῳ ποδὶ

ἐλειπόμεσθα. χὣ μὲν ἐκ δεσμῶν λυθεὶς

τμητῶν ἱμάντων οὐ κάτοιδ’ ὅτῳ τρόπῳ
1245

πίπτει, βραχὺν δὴ βίοτον ἐμπνέων ἔτι·

ἵπποι δ’ ἔκρυφθεν καὶ τὸ δύστηνον τέρας

ταύρου λεπαίας οὐ κάτοιδ’ ὅποι χθονός.

δοῦλος μὲν οὖν ἔγωγε σῶν δόμων, ἄναξ,

ἀτὰρ τοσοῦτόν γ’ οὐ δυνήσομαί ποτε,
1250

τὸν σὸν πιθέσθαι παῖδ’ ὅπως ἐστὶν κακός·

οὐδ’ εἰ γυναικῶν πᾶν κρεμασθείη γένος,

καὶ τὴν ἐν Ἴδῃ γραμμάτων πλήσειέ τις

πεύκην, ἐπεί νιν ἐσθλὸν ὄντ’ ἐπίσταμαι.

Χορός

αἰαῖ· κέκρανται συμφορὰ νέων κακῶν,
1255

οὐδ’ ἔστι μοίρας τοῦ χρεών τ’ ἀπαλλαγή.

Θησεύς

μίσει μὲν ἀνδρὸς τοῦ πεπονθότος τάδε

λόγοισιν ἥσθην τοῖσδε· νῦν δ’ αἰδούμενος

θεούς τ’ ἐκεῖνόν θ’, οὕνεκ’ ἐστὶν ἐξ ἐμοῦ,

οὔθ’ ἥδομαι τοῖσδ’ οὔτ’ ἐπάχθομαι κακοῖς.
1260

Ἄγγελος

πῶς οὖν; κομίζειν, ἢ τί χρὴ τὸν ἄθλιον

δράσαντας ἡμᾶς σῇ χαρίζεσθαι φρενί;

φρόντιζ’· ἐμοῖς δὲ χρώμενος βουλεύμασιν

οὐκ ὠμὸς ἐς σὸν παῖδα δυστυχοῦντ’ ἔσῃ.

Θησεύς

κομίζετ’ αὐτόν, ὡς ἰδὼν ἐν ὄμμασιν
1265

τὸν τἄμ’ ἀπαρνηθέντα μὴ χρᾶναι λέχη

λόγοις τ’ ἐλέγξω δαιμόνων τε συμφοραῖς.

Hippolytus. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1902.

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Ἱππόλυτος (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. I. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1902.)

Translations (3)

Hippolytus Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906.) — 1243 focus

Now we, though much we longed to help, were left far behind. At last, I know not how, he broke loose

from the shapely reins that bound him, a faint breath of life still in him; but the horses disappeared, and that portentous bull, among the rocky ground, I know not where.
1245

I am but a slave in thy house, ’tis true, O king,

yet will I never believe so monstrous a charge against thy son’s character, no! not though the whole race of womankind should hang itself, or one should fill with writing every pine-tree tablet grown on Ida, sure as I am of his uprightness.
1250

Chorus

Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity.
1255

Theseus

My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son,

I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings.
1260

Messenger

But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.

Theseus

Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him.
1265

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

No corresponding passage available

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1841; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (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.) — 1243 focus

Zwar wollten unser Viele, doch nicht rasch genug

Gehn unsre Schritte. Jener stürzt, ich weiß nicht wie,
1225

Vom Bande schöngeschnittner Riemen abgelöst:

Wohl kurze Zeit nur athmet er im Lichte noch.

Entschwunden sind die Renner und das Ungethum,

Der Stier, am felsenvollen Strand, nicht weiß ich, wo.

Ich bin, o Fürst, ein Sklave deines Hauses nur;
1230

Doch überreden wird man mich das nimmermehr,

Von deinem Sohn zu glauben, daß er bose sei;

Ich glaub' es nicht, und hängten alle Frauen sich,

Und füllte Jemand alle Fichten Ida's an

Mit Klageschreiben; denn ich kenn' als edel ihn.
1235

Chor.

Weh, weh! Vollendet hat sich neues Ungemach,

Und keine Rettung gibt es aus Geschick und Noth.

Theseus.

Aus Haß des Mannes, welchen dieses Leid betraf,

Erfreut' ich dieser Reden mich: doch scheu' ich nun

Die Götter und den Jüngling, weil mein Sohn er ist;
1240

Drum freut das Leid mich weder, noch betrübt es mich.

Bote

Wie denn? Ihn bringen, oder was thun sollen wir

Dem Armen, daß wir deinem Sinn gefällig sei'n?

Bedenk's, und folge meinem Rath, so wirst du nicht

Grausam verfahren wider dein unselig Kind.
1245

: Theseus.

So bringt ihn hierher, daß ich ihn in's Angesicht

Des Frevels überführe, den er låugnete,

Durch Worte so, wie durch der Götter Strafgericht.

Euripides Hippolytus 1243

ed. Gilbert Murray

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Χορός

αἰαῖ· κέκρανται συμφορὰ νέων κακῶν,
1255

οὐδ’ ἔστι μοίρας τοῦ χρεών τ’ ἀπαλλαγή.

Θησεύς

κομίζετ’ αὐτόν, ὡς ἰδὼν ἐν ὄμμασιν
1265

τὸν τἄμ’ ἀπαρνηθέντα μὴ χρᾶναι λέχη

λόγοις τ’ ἐλέγξω δαιμόνων τε συμφοραῖς.

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Chorus

Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity.
1255

Theseus

My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son,

I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings.
1260

Messenger

But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.

Theseus

Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him.
1265

Chor.

Weh, weh! Vollendet hat sich neues Ungemach,

Und keine Rettung gibt es aus Geschick und Noth.

Theseus.

Aus Haß des Mannes, welchen dieses Leid betraf,

Erfreut' ich dieser Reden mich: doch scheu' ich nun

Die Götter und den Jüngling, weil mein Sohn er ist;
1240

Drum freut das Leid mich weder, noch betrübt es mich.

Chor.

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Χορός αἰαῖ· κέκρανται συμφορὰ νέων κακῶν, 1255 οὐδ’ ἔστι μοίρας τοῦ χρεών τ’ ἀπαλλαγή.

Θησεύς κομίζετ’ αὐτόν, ὡς ἰδὼν ἐν ὄμμασιν 1265 τὸν τἄμ’ ἀπαρνηθέντα μὴ χρᾶναι λέχη λόγοις τ’ ἐλέγξω δαιμόνων τε συμφοραῖς.

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Chorus Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity. 1255

Theseus My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son, I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings. 1260

Messenger But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.

Theseus Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him. 1265

Chor. Weh, weh! Vollendet hat sich neues Ungemach, Und keine Rettung gibt es aus Geschick und Noth.

Theseus. Aus Haß des Mannes, welchen dieses Leid betraf, Erfreut' ich dieser Reden mich: doch scheu' ich nun Die Götter und den Jüngling, weil mein Sohn er ist; 1240 Drum freut das Leid mich weder, noch betrübt es mich.

Chor.

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Χορός

αἰαῖ· κέκρανται συμφορὰ νέων κακῶν,
1255

οὐδ’ ἔστι μοίρας τοῦ χρεών τ’ ἀπαλλαγή.

Θησεύς

κομίζετ’ αὐτόν, ὡς ἰδὼν ἐν ὄμμασιν
1265

τὸν τἄμ’ ἀπαρνηθέντα μὴ χρᾶναι λέχη

λόγοις τ’ ἐλέγξω δαιμόνων τε συμφοραῖς.

Chorus

Alas! new troubles come to plague us, nor is there any escape from fate and necessity.
1255

Theseus

My hatred for him who hath thus suffered made me glad at thy tidings, yet from regard for the gods and him, because he is my son,

I feel neither joy nor sorrow at his sufferings.
1260

Messenger

But say, are we to bring the victim hither, or how are we to fulfil thy wishes? Bethink thee; if by me thou wilt be schooled, thou wilt not harshly treat thy son in his sad plight.

Theseus

Bring him hither, that when I see him face to face, who hath denied having polluted my wife’s honour, I may by words and heaven’s visitation convict him.
1265

Chor.

Weh, weh! Vollendet hat sich neues Ungemach,

Und keine Rettung gibt es aus Geschick und Noth.

Theseus.

Aus Haß des Mannes, welchen dieses Leid betraf,

Erfreut' ich dieser Reden mich: doch scheu' ich nun

Die Götter und den Jüngling, weil mein Sohn er ist;
1240

Drum freut das Leid mich weder, noch betrübt es mich.