Euripides, The Phoenician Women, Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator), 784

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Ares, du Schöpfer des Leids,

Was stürmst du nach Blut, nach Wunden und Tod, stimmst nicht zu des Bromios Festen?

Nicht mit den lieblichen Kränzen der blühenden Jugend umwindest

Du dein Haupt, noch singest ein Lied zu dem Hauche der Flöte,
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Das die erfreuenden schufen, die Chariten.¹

Wider des Kadmos Geschlecht die gewaffneten Schaaren entflammend,

Führst du, gesanglos nahend, die blutigen Reigen von Argos.

Nicht mit dem Thyrsos schwärmst du, gehüllt in die Felle der Hindinn;

Sondern an Wagen und Zaum das Gespann einhufiger
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: Rosse

Schirrend, hinab zu dem Strom des Ismenos

Stürmest du stolz mit den Rennern, und treibst die Ge-

Auf Thebe's Geschlecht,

schwader von Argos

Und an die steinernen Mauern herauf wogt

Tobend der feindliche Chor der Gewappneten.
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Fürchterlich, traun, ist Eris, die Göttliche,

Die solch Leiden verhängte den Königen,

Labdakos' vielduldenden Enkeln!

Gegenstrophe.

The Phoenician Women. Euripides. Johann Jakob Christian Donner (Translator). . .

Current edition Experimental

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)

Φοίνισσαι Perseus (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. III. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1920-1978)) — 784-832 focus

Χορός

ὦ πολύμοχθος Ἄρης, τί ποθʼ αἵματι

καὶ θανάτῳ κατέχῃ Βρομίου παράμουσος ἑορταῖς;
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οὐκ ἐπὶ καλλιχόροις στεφάνοισι νεάνιδος ὥρας

βόστρυχον ἀμπετάσας λωτοῦ κατὰ πνεύματα μέλπῃ

μοῦσαν, ἐν ᾇ χάριτες χοροποιοί,

ἀλλὰ σὺν ὁπλοφόροις στρατὸν Ἀργείων ἐπιπνεύσας

αἵματι Θήβας
790

κῶμον ἀναυλότατον προχορεύεις.

οὐδʼ ὑπὸ θυρσομανεῖ νεβρίδων μέτα δίνᾳ,

ἅρμασι καὶ ψαλίων τετραβάμοσι μωνυχοπώλων

ἱππείαις ἐπὶ χεύμασι βαίνων

Ἰσμηνοῖο θοάζεις, Ἀργείοις ἐπιπνεύσας

Σπαρτῶν γένναν,
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ἀσπιδοφέρμονα θίασον ἐνόπλιον,

ἀντίπαλον κατὰ λάινα τείχεα

χαλκῷ κοσμήσας.

ἦ δεινά τις Ἔρις θεός, ἃ τάδε

μήσατο πήματα γᾶς βασιλεῦσιν,

Λαβδακίδαις πολυμόχθοις.
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801

Χορός

ὦ ζαθέων πετάλων πολυθηρότα-

τον νάπος, Ἀρτέμιδος χιονοτρόφον ὄμμα Κιθαιρών,

μήποτε τὸν θανάτῳ προτεθέντα, λόχευμʼ Ἰοκάστας,

ὤφελες Οἰδιπόδαν θρέψαι, βρέφος ἔκβολον οἴκων,

χρυσοδέτοις περόναις ἐπίσαμον·
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μηδὲ τὸ παρθένιον πτερόν, οὔρειον τέρας, ἐλθεῖν

πένθεα γαίας

Σφιγγὸς ἀμουσοτάταισι σὺν ᾠδαῖς,

ἅ ποτε Καδμογενῆ τετραβάμοσι χαλαῖς

τείχεσι χριμπτομένα φέρεν αἰθέρος εἰς ἄβατον φῶς

γένναν, ἃν ὁ κατὰ χθονὸς Ἅιδας
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Καδμείοις ἐπιπέμπει· δυσδαίμων δʼ ἔρις ἄλλα

θάλλει παίδων

Οἰδιπόδα κατὰ δώματα καὶ πόλιν.

οὐ γὰρ ὃ μὴ καλὸν οὔποτʼ ἔφυ καλόν,

οὐδʼ οἱ μὴ νόμιμοι
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παῖδες ματρὶ λόχευμα, μίασμα πατρός·

ἣ δὲ συναίμονος ἐς λέχος ἦλθεν.

818

Χορός

ἔτεκες, ὦ Γαῖʼ, ἔτεκές ποτε,

βάρβαρον ὡς ἀκοὰν ἐδάην ἐδάην ποτʼ ἐν οἴκοις,

τὰν ἀπὸ θηροτρόφου φοινικολόφοιο δράκοντος
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γένναν ὀδοντοφυῆ, Θήβαις κάλλιστον ὄνειδος·

Ἁρμονίας δέ ποτʼ εἰς ὑμεναίους

ἤλυθον οὐρανίδαι, φόρμιγγί τε τείχεα Θήβας

τᾶς Ἀμφιονίας τε λύρας ὕπο πύργος ἀνέστα

διδύμων ποταμῶν πόρον ἀμφὶ μέσον,
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Δίρκα χλοεροτρόφον ᾇ πεδίον

πρόπαρ Ἰσμηνοῦ καταδεύει·

Ἰώ θʼ, ἁ κερόεσσα προμάτωρ,

Καδμείων βασιλῆας ἐγείνατο,

μυριάδας δʼ ἀγαθῶν ἑτέροις ἑτέ-
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ρας μεταμειβομένα πόλις ἅδʼ ἐπʼ ἄκροις ἕστακʼ

Ἀρηΐοις στεφάνοισιν.

Translations (2)

The Phoenician Maidens Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 784-830 focus

Chorus

O Ares, god of much suffering! Why, why are you possessed by a love of blood and

death, out of harmony with the festivals of Bromius? Not for young girls crowned in the lovely dance do you toss your curls, singing to the flute’s breath a song to charm the dancers’ feet; no, with warriors clad in armor you inspire the Argive army with a lust
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for Theban blood, leading your revels that are held without music. Nor do you rush with wild waving of the thyrsus, clad in fawnskin, but with chariots and horses you go to the waters of Ismenus, inspiring the Argives
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with hatred for the Spartans, arraying in bronze armor against these stone-built walls a band of warriors and their shields.
795

Truly Strife is a goddess to fear, who devised these troubles for the princes of this land,

for the much-suffering sons of Labdacus.
800

801

Chorus

O snow-capped Cithaeron, dear to Artemis, holy vale of leaves, crowded with wild animals, would that you had never reared the one exposed to die, Oedipus, Jocasta’s child, when as a baby he was cast forth from his home,

marked with a golden brooch; and would that the Sphinx, that winged maid, monster from the hills, had never come as a grief to our land with her inharmonious songs, she that once drew near our walls and snatched the sons of Cadmus away in her taloned feet to the untrodden light of heaven,
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sent by Hades from hell to plague the men of Thebes ; once more unhappy strife is coming into bloom between the sons of Oedipus in home and city. For never can wrong be right,
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nor can there be good in unlawful children, their mother’s birth pangs, their father’s pollution; she came to the bed of her son. . . .
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818

Chorus

O Earth, you once bore—as I heard, I heard the story told by foreigners once in my own home—you bore

a race which sprang of the teeth of a snake with blood-red crest, that fed on beasts, to be the glory and reproach of Thebes .
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In days gone by the sons of heaven came to the wedding of Harmonia, and the walls and towers of Thebes rose to the sound of Amphion’s lyre,

in the midst between the double streams where Dirce waters the grass-green field before Ismenus; and Io, our horned ancestress, was mother of the kings of Thebes ;
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thus our city, through an endless succession of various blessings, has set herself upon the heights, crowned with the glory of war.
830

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

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The Phoenician Women

1. [OCR note; compare the printed page.] L. χαροποιοί.

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