Euripides, Rhesus, ed. Gilbert Murray, 642

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Ἀλέξανδρος

σὲ τὸν στρατηγὸν καὶ κασίγνητον λέγω,

Ἕκτορ, καθεύδεις; οὐκ ἐγείρεσθαί σε χρῆν;

ἐχθρῶν τις ἡμῖν χρίμπτεται στρατεύματι,

ἢ κλῶπες ἄνδρες ἢ κατάσκοποί τινες.
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Ἀθήνα

θάρσει· φυλάσσει σʼ ἥδε πρευμενὴς Κύπρις.

μέλει δʼ ὁ σός μοι πόλεμος, οὐδʼ ἀμνημονῶ

τιμῆς, ἐπαινῶ δʼ εὖ παθοῦσα πρὸς σέθεν.

καὶ νῦν ἐπʼ εὐτυχοῦντι Τρωικῷ στρατῷ

ἥκω πορεύουσʼ ἄνδρα σοι μέγαν φίλον,
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τῆς ὑμνοποιοῦ παῖδα Θρῄκιον θεᾶς

Μούσης· πατρὸς δὲ Στρυμόνος κικλήσκεται.

Ἀλέξανδρος

αἰεί ποτʼ εὖ φρονοῦσα τυγχάνεις πόλει

κἀμοί, μέγιστον δʼ ἐν βίῳ κειμήλιον

κρίνας σέ φημι τῇδε προσθέσθαι πόλει.
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ἥκω δʼ ἀκούσας οὐ τορῶς — φήμη δέ τις

φύλαξιν ἐμπέπτωκεν — ὡς κατάσκοποι

ἥκουσʼ Ἀχαιῶν. χὣ μὲν οὐκ ἰδὼν λέγει,

ὃ δʼ εἰσιδὼν μολόντας οὐκ ἔχει φράσαι·

ὧν οὕνεκʼ εὐνὰς ἤλυθον πρὸς Ἕκτορος.
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Ἀθήνα

μηδὲν φοβηθῇς· οὐδὲν ἐν στρατῷ νέον·

Ἕκτωρ δὲ φροῦδος Θρῇκα κοιμήσων στρατόν.

Ἀλέξανδρος

σύ τοί με πείθεις, σοῖς δὲ πιστεύων λόγοις

τάξιν φυλάξων εἶμʼ ἐλεύθερος φόβου.

Ἀθήνα

χώρει· μέλειν γὰρ πάντʼ ἐμοὶ δόκει τὰ σά,
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ὥστʼ εὐτυχοῦντας συμμάχους ἐμοὺς ὁρᾶν.

γνώσῃ δὲ καὶ σὺ τὴν ἐμὴν προθυμίαν.

ὑμᾶς δʼ ἀυτῶ τοὺς ἄγαν ἐρρωμένους,

Λαερτίου παῖ, θηκτὰ κοιμίσαι ξίφη.

κεῖται γὰρ ἡμῖν Θρῄκιος στρατηλάτης,
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ἵπποι τʼ ἔχονται, πολέμιοι δʼ ᾐσθημένοι

χωροῦσʼ ἐφʼ ὑμᾶς· ἀλλʼ ὅσον τάχιστα χρὴ

φεύγειν πρὸς ὁλκοὺς ναυστάθμων. τί μέλλετε

σκηπτοῦ ʼπιόντος πολεμίων σῷσαι βίον;

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))

Translations (3)

Rhesus Perseus (Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Vol. I. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1906. (Modernized by Perseus.)) — 642 focus

Paris

To you I call, general and brother, Hector, are you asleep? Should you not awake? Some enemy draws near our army,

or thieves perhaps, or spies.
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Athena

Courage! See, Cypris watches over you in gracious mood. Your warfare is my concern, for I do not forget the honor you once did me, and I thank you for your good service. And now, when the army of Troy is triumphant,

I have come bringing to you a powerful friend, the Thracian child of the Muse, the heavenly singer; his father’s name is Strymon.
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Paris

Always to this city and to me you are a kind friend, and I am sure that decision I then made

conferred you upon this city, the highest treasure life affords. I came when I heard a vague report—for a rumor prevailed amlng the guards—that Achaean spies are here. One man, that did not see them, says so, while another, that saw them come, cannot describe them;
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and so I am on my way to Hector’s tent.
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Athena

Fear nothing; all is quiet in the army, and Hector has gone to assign a sleeping-place to the Thracian army.

Paris

You persuade me, and I believe your words, and will go to guard my post, free of fear.

Athena

Go, for it is my pleasure ever to watch your interests, that so I may see my allies prosperous. Yes, and you too shall recognize my zeal. Exit Paris.
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In a loud voice, to Odysseus and Diomedes. Son of Laertes , I bid you sheath your whetted swords, you warriors all too keen.

For the Thracian chief lies dead and his horses are captured, but the enemy know it, and are coming against you; fly with all speed to the ships’ station. Why delay saving your lives, when the enemy’s storm is just bursting on you?
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Rhesus Perseus (Euripides. The Rhesus of Euripides. Murray, Gilbert, translator. London: George Allen and Company, Ltd., 1913.) — 642 focus

Enter PARIS.

PARIS.

Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land!

Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight.

Our guards have marked some prowler of the night,

We know not if a mere thief or a spy.
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ATHENA becomes visible again, but seems changed and her voice softer.

ATHENA.

Have comfort thou! Doth not the Cyprian’s eye

Mark all thy peril and keep watch above

Thy battles? How shall I forget the love

I owe thee, and thy faithful offices?

To crown this day and all its victories,

Lo, I have guided here to Troy a strong
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Helper, the scion of the Muse of song

And Strymon’s flood, the crownèd stream of Thrace .

PARIS.
(standing like one in a dream)

Indeed thy love is steadfast, and thy grace

Bounteous to Troy and me. Thou art the joy

And jewel of my days, which I to Troy

Have brought, and made thee hers.—O Cyprian,
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I heard, not clearly,—’twas some talk that ran

Among the pickets—spies had passed some spot

Close by the camp. The men who saw them not

Talk much, and they who saw, or might have seen,

Can give no sign nor token. It had been

My purpose to find Hector where he lay.
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ATHENA.

Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array.

Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.

PARIS.

Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep

My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost

In comfort, and I turn me to my post.

ATHENA.

Go. And remember that thy fortunes still
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Are watched by me, and they who do my will

Prosper in all their ways. Aye, thou shalt prove

Ere long, if I can care for those I love.

Exit PARIS. She raises her voice.

Back, back, ye twain! Are ye in love with death?

Laertes ’ son, thy sword into the sheath!
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Our golden Thracian gaspeth in his blood;

The steeds are ours; the foe hath understood

And crowds against you. Haste ye! haste to fly,—

Ere yet the lightning falleth, and ye die!

ATHENA vanishes; a noise of tumult is heard.

Enter a crowd of Thracians running in confusion, in the midst of them ODYSSEUS and DIOMEDE.

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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Euripides Rhesus 642

ed. Gilbert Murray

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Ἀθήνα

μηδὲν φοβηθῇς· οὐδὲν ἐν στρατῷ νέον·

Ἕκτωρ δὲ φροῦδος Θρῇκα κοιμήσων στρατόν.

Ἀλέξανδρος

σύ τοί με πείθεις, σοῖς δὲ πιστεύων λόγοις

τάξιν φυλάξων εἶμʼ ἐλεύθερος φόβου.

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Paris

To you I call, general and brother, Hector, are you asleep? Should you not awake? Some enemy draws near our army,

or thieves perhaps, or spies.
645

Athena

Fear nothing; all is quiet in the army, and Hector has gone to assign a sleeping-place to the Thracian army.

Paris

You persuade me, and I believe your words, and will go to guard my post, free of fear.

PARIS.

Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land!

Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight.

Our guards have marked some prowler of the night,

We know not if a mere thief or a spy.
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ATHENA.

Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array.

Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.

PARIS.

Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep

My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost

In comfort, and I turn me to my post.

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Ἀθήνα μηδὲν φοβηθῇς· οὐδὲν ἐν στρατῷ νέον· Ἕκτωρ δὲ φροῦδος Θρῇκα κοιμήσων στρατόν.

Ἀλέξανδρος σύ τοί με πείθεις, σοῖς δὲ πιστεύων λόγοις τάξιν φυλάξων εἶμʼ ἐλεύθερος φόβου.

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Paris To you I call, general and brother, Hector, are you asleep? Should you not awake? Some enemy draws near our army, or thieves perhaps, or spies. 645

Athena Fear nothing; all is quiet in the army, and Hector has gone to assign a sleeping-place to the Thracian army.

Paris You persuade me, and I believe your words, and will go to guard my post, free of fear.

PARIS. Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land! Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight. Our guards have marked some prowler of the night, We know not if a mere thief or a spy. 645

ATHENA. Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array. Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.

PARIS. Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost In comfort, and I turn me to my post.

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Ἀθήνα

μηδὲν φοβηθῇς· οὐδὲν ἐν στρατῷ νέον·

Ἕκτωρ δὲ φροῦδος Θρῇκα κοιμήσων στρατόν.

Ἀλέξανδρος

σύ τοί με πείθεις, σοῖς δὲ πιστεύων λόγοις

τάξιν φυλάξων εἶμʼ ἐλεύθερος φόβου.

Paris

To you I call, general and brother, Hector, are you asleep? Should you not awake? Some enemy draws near our army,

or thieves perhaps, or spies.
645

Athena

Fear nothing; all is quiet in the army, and Hector has gone to assign a sleeping-place to the Thracian army.

Paris

You persuade me, and I believe your words, and will go to guard my post, free of fear.

PARIS.

Ho, Hector! Brother! General of the land!

Sleepest thou still? We need thy waking sight.

Our guards have marked some prowler of the night,

We know not if a mere thief or a spy.
645

ATHENA.

Fear nothing. All is well in Troy’s array.

Hector is gone to help those Thracians sleep.

PARIS.

Thy word doth rule me, Goddess. Yea, so deep

My trust is, that all thought of fear is lost

In comfort, and I turn me to my post.