Euripides The Suppliant Maidens 971

Chorus

Ah! there I see the sepulchre ready e’en now for Capaneus, his consecrated tomb, and the votive offerings Theseus gives unto the dead outside the shrine, and nigh yon lightning-smitten chief

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I see his noble bride, Evadne, daughter of King Iphis. Wherefore stands she on the towering rock, which o’ertops this temple, advancing along yon path?

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Evadne

What light, what radiancy did the sun-god’s car dart forth, and the moon athwart the firmament, while round her in the gloom swift stars ¹ careered,

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in the day that the city of Argos raised the stately chant of joy at my wedding, in honour of my marriage with mail-clad Capaneus?

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Now from my home in frantic haste with frenzied mind I rush to join thee, seeking to share with thee the fire’s bright flame and the self-same tomb, to rid me of my weary

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life in Hades’ halls, and of the pains of existence; yea, for ’tis the sweetest end to share the death of those we love, if only fate will sanction it.

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Chorus

Behold yon pyre, which thou art overlooking, nigh thereto,

set apart for Zeus! There is thy husband’s body, vanquished by the blazing bolt.

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Evadne

Life’s goal I now behold from my station here; may fortune aid me in my headlong leap from this rock

in honour’s cause, down into the fire below, to mix my ashes in the ruddy blaze

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with my husband’s, to lay me side by side with him, there in the couch of Persephone; for ne’er will I, to save my life, prove untrue to thee where thou liest in thy grave.

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Away with life and marriage too! Oh! ² may my children live to see the dawn of a fairer, happier wedding-day in Argos ! May loyalty inspire the husband’s heart,

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his nature fusing with his wife’s!

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Chorus

Lo! the aged Iphis, thy father, draweth nigh to hear thy startling scheme, which yet he knows not and will grieve to learn.

Iphis

Unhappy child! lo! I am come, a poor old man,

with twofold sorrow in my house to mourn, that I may carry to his native land the corpse of my son Eteocles, slain by the Theban spear, and further in quest of my daughter who rushed headlong from the house, for she was the wife of Capaneus

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and longed with him to die. Ere this she was well guarded in my house, but, when I took the watch away in the present troubles, she escaped. But I feel sure that she is here; tell me if ye have seen her.

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Evadne

Why question them? Lo, here upon the rock, father, o’er the pyre of Capaneus, like some bird I hover lightly, in my wretchedness.

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Iphis

What wind hath blown thee hither, child? Whither away? Why didst thou pass the threshold of my house and seek this land?

Evadne

It would but anger thee to hear what I intend, and so I fain would keep thee ignorant, my father.

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Iphis

What! hath not thy own father a right to know?

Evadne

Thou wouldst not wisely judge my intention.

Iphis

Why dost thou deck thyself in that apparel?

Evadne

A purport strange this robe conveys, father.

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Iphis

Thou hast no look of mourning for thy lord.

Evadne

No, the reason why I thus am decked is strange, maybe.

Iphis

Dost thou in such garb appear before a funeral-pyre?

Evadne

Yea, for hither it is I come to take the meed of victory.

Iphis

Victory! what victory? This would I learn of thee.

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Evadne

A victory o’er all women on whom the sun looks down.

Iphis

In Athena’s handiwork or in prudent counsel?

Evadne

In bravery; for I will lay me down and die with my lord.

Iphis

What dost thou say? What is this silly riddle thou propoundest?

Evadne

To yonder pyre where lies dead Capaneus, I will leap down.

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Iphis

My daughter, speak not thus before the multitude!

Evadne

The very thing I wish, that every Argive should learn it.

Iphis

Nay, I will ne’er consent to let thee do this deed.

Evadne

(as she is throwing herself). ’Tis all one; thou shalt never catch me in thy grasp.

Lo! I cast me down, no joy to thee, but to myself and to my husband blazing on the pyre with me.

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Chorus

O lady, what a fearful deed!

Iphis

Ah me! I am undone, ye dames of Argos !

Chorus

chanting

Alack, alack! a cruel blow is this to thee,

but thou must yet witness, poor wretch, the full horror of this deed.

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Iphis

A more unhappy wretch than me ye could not find.

Chorus

Woe for thee, unhappy man! Thou, old sir, hast been made partaker in the fortune of Oedipus, thou and my poor city too.

Iphis

Ah, why are mortal men denied this boon, to live their youth twice o’er, and twice in turn to reach old age? If aught goes wrong within our homes, we set it right by judgment more maturely formed, but our life we may not so correct. Now if we had a second spell of youth

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and age, this double term of life would let us then correct each previous slip. I, for instance, seeing others blest with children, longed to have them too, and found my ruin in that wish. Whereas if I had had my present experience,

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and by a father’s light ³ had learnt how cruel a thing it is to be bereft of children, never should I have fallen on such evil days as these,—I who did beget a brave young son, proud parent that I was, and after all am now bereft of him. Enough of this. What remains for such a hapless wretch as me?

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Shall I to my home, there to see its utter desolation and the blank within my life? or shall I to the halls of that dead Capaneus?—halls I smiled to see in days gone by, when yet my daughter was alive. But she is lost and gone, she that would ever draw down my cheek

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to her lips, and take my head between her hands; for naught is there more sweet unto an aged sire than a daughter’s love; our sons are made of sterner stuff, but less winning are their caresses. Oh! take me to my house at once,

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in darkness hide me there, to waste and fret this aged frame with fasting! What shall it avail me to touch my daughter’s bones? Old age, resistless foe, how do I loathe thy presence! Them too I hate, whoso desire to lengthen out the span of life,

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seeking to turn the tide of death aside by philtres, ⁴ drugs, and magic spells,—folk that death should take away to leave the young their place, when they no more can benefit the world.

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