Euripides, Rhesus, ed. Gilbert Murray, 546

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Χορός

— καὶ μὴν ἀΐω· Σιμόεντος

ἡμένα κοίτας

φοινίας ὑμνεῖ πολυχορδοτάτᾳ

γήρυϊ παιδολέτωρ μελοποιὸν ἀηδονὶς μέριμναν.
550

— ἤδη δὲ νέμουσι κατʼ Ἴδαν

ποίμνια· νυκτιβρόμου

σύριγγος ἰὰν κατακούω.

— θέλγει δʼ ὄμματος ἕδραν

ὕπνος· ἅδιστος γὰρ ἔβα
555

βλεφάροις πρὸς ἀοῦς.

— τί ποτʼ οὐ πλάθει σκοπός, ὃν ναῶν

Ἕκτωρ ὤτρυνε κατόπταν;

— ταρβῶ· χρόνιος γὰρ ἄπεστιν.

— ἀλλʼ ἦ κρυπτὸν λόχον ἐσπαίσας
560

διόλωλε; — τάχʼ ἄν. φοβερόν μοι.

— αὐδῶ Λυκίους πέμπτην φυλακὴν

βάντας ἐγείρειν

ἡμᾶς κλήρου κατὰ μοῖραν.

Rhesus. Euripides. ed. Gilbert Murray. Oxford. 1913.

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Ῥῆσος (Greek) (Euripides. Euripidis Fabulae, Vol. III. Murray, Gilbert, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913. (Reprinted 1920-1978))

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Rhesus Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 546 focus

Chorus

Hark! hark! a sound; sitting on her blood-stained nest by Simois, she sings with voice of many trills

her piteous plaint, the nightingale that slew her child. Already on Ida they are pasturing the flocks, and over the night I catch the shrill pipe’s note. Sleep charms my eyes,
550

for sleep is sweetest at dawn to tired eyelids. Why does not our scout draw near, whom Hector sent to spy on the fleet? He is so long away, I have my fears.
555

Is it possible he has plunged into a hidden ambush and been slain? Perhaps. I am afraid. My counsel is we go and rouse the Lycians for the fifth watch, as the lot ordained. Exit Chorus
560

Rhesus Perseus (Euripides. The Rhesus of Euripides. Murray, Gilbert, translator. London: George Allen and Company, Ltd., 1913.) — 546 focus

ANOTHER.

Nay, hearken! Again she is crying

Where death-laden Simois falls,

Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,

Of grief grown to music and wonder:
550

Most changeful and old and undying

The nightingale calls.

ANOTHER.

And on Ida the shepherds are waking

Their flocks for the upland. I hear

The skirl of a pipe very distant.

ANOTHER.

And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.

’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
555

Of dawn is so near.

DIVERS GUARDS
(talking).

Why have we still no word nor sign

Of that scout in the Argive line?

ANOTHER.

I know not; he is long delayed.

ANOTHER.

God send he trip not on the blade
560

Of some Greek in an ambuscade!

ANOTHER.

It may be. I am half afraid.

LEADER.

Our time is past! Up, men, and tell

The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell

Now, as the portions fairly fell.

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

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ANOTHER.

Nay, hearken! Again she is crying

Where death-laden Simois falls,

Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,

Of grief grown to music and wonder:
550

Most changeful and old and undying

The nightingale calls.

ANOTHER.

And on Ida the shepherds are waking

Their flocks for the upland. I hear

The skirl of a pipe very distant.

ANOTHER.

And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.

’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
555

Of dawn is so near.

DIVERS GUARDS
(talking).

Why have we still no word nor sign

Of that scout in the Argive line?

ANOTHER.

I know not; he is long delayed.

ANOTHER.

God send he trip not on the blade
560

Of some Greek in an ambuscade!

ANOTHER.

It may be. I am half afraid.

LEADER.

Our time is past! Up, men, and tell

The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell

Now, as the portions fairly fell.

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ANOTHER. Nay, hearken! Again she is crying Where death-laden Simois falls, Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her, Of grief grown to music and wonder: 550 Most changeful and old and undying The nightingale calls.

ANOTHER. And on Ida the shepherds are waking Their flocks for the upland. I hear The skirl of a pipe very distant.

ANOTHER. And sleep, it falls slow and insistent. ’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking 555 Of dawn is so near.

DIVERS GUARDS (talking). Why have we still no word nor sign Of that scout in the Argive line?

ANOTHER. I know not; he is long delayed.

ANOTHER. God send he trip not on the blade 560 Of some Greek in an ambuscade!

ANOTHER. It may be. I am half afraid.

LEADER. Our time is past! Up, men, and tell The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell Now, as the portions fairly fell.

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ANOTHER.

Nay, hearken! Again she is crying

Where death-laden Simois falls,

Of the face of dead Itys that stunned her,

Of grief grown to music and wonder:
550

Most changeful and old and undying

The nightingale calls.

ANOTHER.

And on Ida the shepherds are waking

Their flocks for the upland. I hear

The skirl of a pipe very distant.

ANOTHER.

And sleep, it falls slow and insistent.

’Tis perilous sweet when the breaking
555

Of dawn is so near.

DIVERS GUARDS
(talking).

Why have we still no word nor sign

Of that scout in the Argive line?

ANOTHER.

I know not; he is long delayed.

ANOTHER.

God send he trip not on the blade
560

Of some Greek in an ambuscade!

ANOTHER.

It may be. I am half afraid.

LEADER.

Our time is past! Up, men, and tell

The fifth watch. ’Tis the Lycians’ spell

Now, as the portions fairly fell.