Euripides, The Trojan Women, ed. Gilbert Murray, 444

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Κασάνδρα

ἀλλὰ γὰρ τί τοὺς Ὀδυσσέως ἐξακοντίζω πόνους;

στεῖχʼ ὅπως τάχιστʼ· ἐς Ἅιδου νυμφίῳ γημώμεθα.
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ἦ κακὸς κακῶς ταφήσῃ νυκτός, οὐκ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ,

ὦ δοκῶν σεμνόν τι πράσσειν, Δαναϊδῶν ἀρχηγέτα.

κἀμέ τοι νεκρὸν φάραγγες γυμνάδʼ ἐκβεβλημένην

ὕδατι χειμάρρῳ ῥέουσαι, νυμφίου πέλας τάφου,

θηρσὶ δώσουσιν δάσασθαι, τὴν Ἀπόλλωνος λάτριν.
450

ὦ στέφη τοῦ φιλτάτου μοι θεῶν, ἀγάλματʼ εὔια,

χαίρετʼ· ἐκλέλοιφʼ ἑορτάς, αἷς πάροιθʼ ἠγαλλόμην.

ἴτʼ ἀπʼ ἐμοῦ χρωτὸς σπαραγμοῖς, ὡς ἔτʼ οὖσʼ ἁγνὴ χρόα

δῶ θοαῖς αὔραις φέρεσθαί σοι τάδʼ, ὦ μαντεῖʼ ἄναξ.

ποῦ σκάφος τὸ τοῦ στρατηγοῦ; ποῖ ποτʼ ἐμβαίνειν με χρή;
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οὐκέτʼ ἂν φθάνοις ἂν αὔραν ἱστίοις καραδοκῶν,

ὡς μίαν τριῶν Ἐρινὺν τῆσδέ μʼ ἐξάξων χθονός.

χαῖρέ μοι, μῆτερ· δακρύσῃς μηδέν· ὦ φίλη πατρίς,

οἵ τε γῆς ἔνερθʼ ἀδελφοὶ χὡ τεκὼν ἡμᾶς πατήρ,

οὐ μακρὰν δέξεσθέ μʼ· ἥξω δʼ ἐς νεκροὺς νικηφόρος
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καὶ δόμους πέρσασʼ Ἀτρειδῶν, ὧν ἀπωλόμεσθʼ ὕπο.

The Trojan Women. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1913.

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Τρῳάδες (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. II. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1921-1962))

Translations (3)

The Trojan Women Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 444 focus

Cassandra

Enough! why do I recount the troubles of Odysseus?

Lead on at once, that I may wed my husband for his home in Hades’ halls. Base you are, and basely shall you be buried, in the dead of night when day is done, you captain of that army of Danaids, who think so proudly of your fortune! Yes, and the rocky chasm with its flood of wintry waters shall give my corpse cast forth in nakedness to wild beasts to make their meal upon,
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near my husband’s tomb, I, Apollo’s servant. O garlands of that god most dear to me! farewell, you mystic symbols! I here resign your feasts, my joy in days gone by. Go, I tear you from my body, that, while yet mine honor is intact, I may give them to the rushing winds to waft to you, my prince of prophecy!
450

Where is that general’s ship? Where must I go to take my place there? Lose no further time in watching for a favoring breeze to fill your sails, doomed as you are to carry from this land one of the three avenging spirits. Fare you well, mother! dry your tears. O dear country! my brothers below the earth and my own father,
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it will not be long before you shall welcome me; victory shall crown my advent among the dead, when I have overthrown the home of our destroyers, the house of the sons of Atreus.
460

The Trojan Dames (OCR draft) Experimental (The Trojan Dames. 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, 1852; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (Euripides. Deutsch in den Versmaßen der Urschrift. Volume 3, Heidelberg: C. F. Winter, 1852. 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.) — 444 focus

Doch wozu send' ich die Worte von Odysseus' Müh'n hin-

(zu Talthybios)

aus?

Gehe, daß ich bald dem Gatten mich vermähl' in Hades'

Haus!

Ha, du Schlimmer, schlimm begraben wirst du Nachts, und nicht am Tag,

Der du Großes auszurichten wahnst, o Fürst der Danaer!
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Meine Leich', in nackter Blåße hingeworfen, wird die Schlucht,

Wo der Waldstrom rauscht, empfangen, und am Grab des

Bräutigams

Werden Raubthier' uns zerfleischen, uns, Apollons Priesterin!

Ihr, o Kranze meines liebsten Gottes, Schmuck der Seherin,

Fahret wohl! Vorbei die Feste, die zuvor mein Herz erfreut!
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Trauernd reiß' ich euch vom Haupte: keusch und rein noch, send' ich sie,

Fortzuwehn in raschen Lüften, dir, Orakelkönig, zu!

Wo verzieht das Schiff des Feldherrn? Wo betritt mein

Fuß den Kahn?

Sowie du, harr' ich des Windes, dessen Hauch mein Segel schwellt,

Nun du mich, der drei Erinnen Eine, führst aus diesem
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Land.

Lebe wohl, o Mutter! Weine nicht, geliebtes Vaterland!

Ihr im Schooß der Erde, Brüder, du, der uns das Leben gab,

Bald empfangt ihr mich! Ich steige siegbekrönt in's Schattenreich,

Wann ich Atreus' Haus zerstörte, welches uns den Tod ge-

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