Euripides, Andromache, ed. Gilbert Murray, 1009-1046

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Χορός

ὦ Φοῖβε πυργώσας τὸν ἐν Ἰλίῳ εὐτειχῆ πάγον

καὶ πόντιε κυανέαις ἵπποις διφρεύ-
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ων ἅλιον πέλαγος,

τίνος οὕνεκ’ ἄτιμον ὀργᾶς

ἃν χέρα τεκτοσύνας Ἐ-
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νυαλίῳ δοριμήστορι προσθέν-

τες τάλαιναν τάλαι-

ναν μεθεῖτε Τροίαν;

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Χορός

πλείστους δ’ ἐπ’ ἀκταῖσιν Σιμοεντίσιν εὐίππους

ὄχους

ἐζεύξατε καὶ φονίους ἀνδρῶν ἁμίλ-
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λας ἔθετ’ ἀστεφάνους·

ἀπὸ δὲ φθίμενοι βεβᾶσιν

Ἰλιάδαι βασιλῆες,

οὐδ’ ἔτι πῦρ ἐπιβώμιον ἐν Τροί-

ᾳ θεοῖσιν λέλαμ-
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πεν καπνῷ θυώδει.

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Χορός

βέβακε δ’ Ἀτρείδας ἀλόχου παλάμαις,

αὐτά τ’ ἐναλλάξασα φόνον θανάτῳ

πρὸς τέκνων ἀπηύρα
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θεοῦ. θεοῦ νιν κέλευμ’ ἐπεστράφη

μαντόσυνον, ὅτε νιν Ἀργόθεν πορευθεὶς

Ἀγαμεμνόνιος κέλωρ, ἀδύτων ἐπιβὰς

κτεάνων, ματρὸς φονεὺς
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ὦ δαῖμον, ὦ Φοῖβε, πῶς πείθομαι;

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Χορός

πολλαὶ δ’ ἀν’ Ἑλλάνων ἀγόρους στοναχὰς

μέλποντο δυστάνων τεκέων, ἄλοχοι δ’

ἐξέλειπον οἴκους
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πρὸς ἄλλον εὐνάτορ’. οὐχὶ σοὶ μόνᾳ

δύσφρονες ἐπέπεσον, οὐ φίλοισι, λῦπαι·

νόσον Ἑλλὰς ἔτλα, νόσον· διέβα δὲ Φρυγῶν

καὶ πρὸς εὐκάρπους γύας
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σκηπτὸς σταλάσσων τὸν Ἅιδα φόνον.

Andromache. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1902.

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

Translations (3)

Andromache Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.) — 1009-1045 focus

Chorus

O Phoebus! who didst fence the hill of Ilium with a fair coronal of towers,

and thou, ocean-god! coursing o’er the main with thy dark steeds, wherefore did ye hand over in dishonour
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your own handiwork to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness?
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Chorus

Many a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois,

and many a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium’s princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy
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is seen the blaze of fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense.
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Chorus

The son of Atreus is no more, slain by the hand of his wife, and she herself hath paid the debt of blood by death,

and from her children’s hands received her doom. The god’s own bidding from his oracle was levelled against her, in the day that Agamemnon’s son set forth from Argos and visited his shrine;
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so he slew¹ her, aye, spilt his own mother’s blood. O Phoebus, O thou power divine, how can I believe the story?
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Chorus

Anon wherever Hellenes gather, was heard the voice of lamentation, mothers weeping o’er their children’s fate,

as they left their homes to mate with strangers. Ah! thou art not the only one, nor thy dear ones either, on whom the cloud of grief hath fallen. Hellas had to bear the visitation, and thence the scourge crossed to Phrygia’s
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fruitful fields, raining the bloody drops the; death-god loves.²
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Andromache (OCR draft) Experimental (Andromache. 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, 1845; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 2, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1845. 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.) — 1009 focus

O Phobos, der du Ilions herrliche Burg einst aufgethurmt,¹

Du Meeresbeherrscher, mit blauen Rossen fahrend

Durch die salzige Flut!
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Was gabt ihr das Kunstwerk eurer schaffenden Hånde voll

Schmach

Ares, dem Lenker der Schlachten, dahin, ließt ohne Hülse

Die Burg Troja's ihm zum Raube?

Erste Gegenstrophe.

Ihr schirrtet zahlreich Wagen und Ross an dem Strand des

Simoïs,

Und erregtet die blutigen Männerkämpfe, denen
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Nie lohnte der Kranz:

Zu den Schatten des Hades wallten Troas' Gebieter hinab;

Auf den Altåren von Ilion strahlt nicht mehr die Flamme,

Vom Weihrauch der Opfer duftend.

Zweite Strophe.

Der Sohn des Atreus fiel von der Hand des Gemahls;
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Und selber büßte sie mit dem Tode den Mord

Durch die Hand der Kinder.

Ein Gott, ein Gott, sein orakelkundend Wort²

Suchte sie heim und Er,

Welcher kam von Argos,
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Agamemnons Erzeugter, der

Nach des Gottes Geheiß, ach! die Mutter mordete.³

O Herrscher, Gott Phobos, wie glaub' ich das?

Zweite Gegenstrophe.

Es klagten viele Frau'n im versammelten Volk

Von Hellas ihrer Kinder unseligen Tod,
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Flohn die Heimat, kamen

Zu andern Ehgatten. Nicht allein auf dich

Stürmte das herbe Leid

Oder auf die Freunde:

Ganz Hellas erlag, erlag;
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Die gesegneten Gaun Troja's auch durchſchmetterte

Der Donnerstrahl, streut' umher Blut und Tod.

Peleus. Der Chor.

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Chorus

O Phoebus! who didst fence the hill of Ilium with a fair coronal of towers,

and thou, ocean-god! coursing o’er the main with thy dark steeds, wherefore did ye hand over in dishonour
1010

your own handiwork to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness?
1015

Chorus

Many a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois,

and many a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium’s princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy
1020

is seen the blaze of fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense.
1025

Peleus.

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Chorus O Phoebus! who didst fence the hill of Ilium with a fair coronal of towers, and thou, ocean-god! coursing o’er the main with thy dark steeds, wherefore did ye hand over in dishonour 1010 your own handiwork to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness? 1015

Chorus Many a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois, and many a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium’s princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy 1020 is seen the blaze of fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense. 1025

Peleus.

Stable identifiers

Chorus

O Phoebus! who didst fence the hill of Ilium with a fair coronal of towers,

and thou, ocean-god! coursing o’er the main with thy dark steeds, wherefore did ye hand over in dishonour
1010

your own handiwork to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness?
1015

Chorus

Many a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois,

and many a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium’s princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy
1020

is seen the blaze of fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense.
1025