τᾷδέ με τᾷδέ με πρόσλαβε κουφίσας.
Trachiniae. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Ἡρακλῆς
ἒ ἔ,
ἐᾶτέ μʼ, ἐᾶτέ με δύσμορον ὕστατον,
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ἐᾶθʼ ὕστατον εὐνᾶσθαι.
ἒ ἔ,
ἐᾶτέ μʼ, ἐᾶτέ με δύσμορον ὕστατον,
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ἐᾶθʼ ὕστατον εὐνᾶσθαι.
Ἡρακλῆς
πᾷ πᾷ μου ψαύεις; ποῖ κλίνεις;
ἀπολεῖς μʼ, ἀπολεῖς.
ἀνατέτροφας ὅ τι καὶ μύσῃ.
ἧπταί μου, τοτοτοῖ, ἥδʼ αὖθʼ ἕρπει. πόθεν ἔστʼ, ὦ
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πάντων Ἑλλάνων ἀδικώτατοι ἀνέρες, οὓς δὴ
πολλὰ μὲν ἐν πόντῳ κατά τε δρία πάντα καθαίρων
ὠλεκόμαν ὁ τάλας, καὶ νῦν ἐπὶ τῷδε νοσοῦντι
οὐ πῦρ, οὐκ ἔγχος τις ὀνήσιμον οὐκ ἐπιτρέψει;
πᾷ πᾷ μου ψαύεις; ποῖ κλίνεις;
ἀπολεῖς μʼ, ἀπολεῖς.
ἀνατέτροφας ὅ τι καὶ μύσῃ.
ἧπταί μου, τοτοτοῖ, ἥδʼ αὖθʼ ἕρπει. πόθεν ἔστʼ, ὦ
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πάντων Ἑλλάνων ἀδικώτατοι ἀνέρες, οὓς δὴ
πολλὰ μὲν ἐν πόντῳ κατά τε δρία πάντα καθαίρων
ὠλεκόμαν ὁ τάλας, καὶ νῦν ἐπὶ τῷδε νοσοῦντι
οὐ πῦρ, οὐκ ἔγχος τις ὀνήσιμον οὐκ ἐπιτρέψει;
Ἡρακλῆς
ἒ ἔ,
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οὐδʼ ἀπαράξαι κρᾶτα βίᾳ θέλει
μολὼν τοῦ στυγεροῦ; φεῦ φεῦ.
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ἒ ἔ,
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οὐδʼ ἀπαράξαι κρᾶτα βίᾳ θέλει
μολὼν τοῦ στυγεροῦ; φεῦ φεῦ.
Πρέσβυς
ὦ παῖ τοῦδʼ ἀνδρός, τοὔργον τόδε μεῖζον ἀνήκει
ἢ κατʼ ἐμὰν ῥώμαν· σὺ δὲ σύλλαβε. σοὶ γὰρ ἑτοίμα
ἐς πλέον ἢ διʼ ἐμοῦ σῴζειν.
ὦ παῖ τοῦδʼ ἀνδρός, τοὔργον τόδε μεῖζον ἀνήκει
ἢ κατʼ ἐμὰν ῥώμαν· σὺ δὲ σύλλαβε. σοὶ γὰρ ἑτοίμα
ἐς πλέον ἢ διʼ ἐμοῦ σῴζειν.
Ὕλλος
ψαύω μὲν ἔγωγε,
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λαθίπονον δʼ ὀδυνᾶν οὔτʼ ἔνδοθεν οὔτε θύραθεν
ἔστι μοι ἐξανύσαι βίοτον· τοιαῦτα νέμει Ζεύς.
ψαύω μὲν ἔγωγε,
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λαθίπονον δʼ ὀδυνᾶν οὔτʼ ἔνδοθεν οὔτε θύραθεν
ἔστι μοι ἐξανύσαι βίοτον· τοιαῦτα νέμει Ζεύς.
Ἡρακλῆς
ὦ παῖ, ποῦ ποτʼ εἶ; τᾷδέ με τᾷδέ με
πρόσλαβε κουφίσας. ἒ ἔ, ἰὼ δαῖμον.
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ὦ παῖ, ποῦ ποτʼ εἶ; τᾷδέ με τᾷδέ με
πρόσλαβε κουφίσας. ἒ ἔ, ἰὼ δαῖμον.
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Ἡρακλῆς
θρῴσκει δʼ αὖ, θρῴσκει δειλαία
διολοῦσʼ ἡμᾶς
ἀποτίβατος ἀγρία νόσος.
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ὦ Παλλὰς Παλλάς, τόδε μʼ αὖ λωβᾶται. ἰὼ παῖ,
τὸν φύτορʼ οἰκτίρας, ἀνεπίφθονον εἴρυσον ἔγχος,
παῖσον ἐμᾶς ὑπὸ κλῇδος· ἀκοῦ δʼ ἄχος, ᾧ μʼ ἐχόλωσεν
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σὰ μάτηρ ἄθεος, τὰν ὧδʼ ἐπίδοιμι πεσοῦσαν
αὔτως, ὧδʼ αὔτως ὥς μʼ ὤλεσεν. ὦ γλυκὺς Ἅιδας,
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θρῴσκει δʼ αὖ, θρῴσκει δειλαία
διολοῦσʼ ἡμᾶς
ἀποτίβατος ἀγρία νόσος.
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ὦ Παλλὰς Παλλάς, τόδε μʼ αὖ λωβᾶται. ἰὼ παῖ,
τὸν φύτορʼ οἰκτίρας, ἀνεπίφθονον εἴρυσον ἔγχος,
παῖσον ἐμᾶς ὑπὸ κλῇδος· ἀκοῦ δʼ ἄχος, ᾧ μʼ ἐχόλωσεν
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σὰ μάτηρ ἄθεος, τὰν ὧδʼ ἐπίδοιμι πεσοῦσαν
αὔτως, ὧδʼ αὔτως ὥς μʼ ὤλεσεν. ὦ γλυκὺς Ἅιδας,
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Ἡρακλῆς
ὦ Διὸς αὐθαίμων, εὔνασον εὔνασον μʼ
ὠκυπέτᾳ μόρῳ τὸν μέλεον φθίσας.
ὦ Διὸς αὐθαίμων, εὔνασον εὔνασον μʼ
ὠκυπέτᾳ μόρῳ τὸν μέλεον φθίσας.
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1024 focus
Fasse mich, fasse mich hier, und erleichtre mich!
weh, Götter, weh!
(Sie sezen ihn auf.)
Schon wieder auf mich stürmt her, stürmt her
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In vertilgender Wuth
Der unnahbare grauenvolle Schmerz.
Wieder, o göttliche Pallas, verzehrt mich's! Fühle mit deinem
Vater Erbarmen, o Sohn, zeuch aus den untadlichen Mordstahl,
Stoße mir ihn in die Brust, und heile den Schmerz, den die Mutter
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Frevelnd im Zorn mir entflammt! Ha, säh' ich sie niedergeschmettert
Also hier, wie mich sie vernichtete! Lieblicher Hades,
Wiege mich, Bruder des Zeus,
Wiege mich ein in den Schlaf, und vertilge mich
Armen in raschem Tod!
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Fasse mich, fasse mich hier, und erleichtre mich!
weh, Götter, weh!
Schon wieder auf mich stürmt her, stürmt her
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In vertilgender Wuth
Der unnahbare grauenvolle Schmerz.
Wieder, o göttliche Pallas, verzehrt mich's! Fühle mit deinem
Vater Erbarmen, o Sohn, zeuch aus den untadlichen Mordstahl,
Stoße mir ihn in die Brust, und heile den Schmerz, den die Mutter
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Frevelnd im Zorn mir entflammt! Ha, säh' ich sie niedergeschmettert
Also hier, wie mich sie vernichtete! Lieblicher Hades,
Wiege mich, Bruder des Zeus,
Wiege mich ein in den Schlaf, und vertilge mich
Armen in raschem Tod!
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Der Chor.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1004-1040 focus
Heracles
Ah!
Leave me! Leave me in my misfortune! Leave me to sleep my last. Where, where do you touch me? Where do you lay me? You will kill me, you will kill me! If there was any pain that slumbered, you have aroused it!
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It has seized me,—oh, the pest comes again!—What is your homeland, you men most ungrateful of all the Greeks? I wore out my wretched days in ridding the Greeks of pests both on the deep and throughout every forest. And now, when I am afflicted, will no man turn merciful fire or sword on me?
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Oh! Oh! Will no one come and strike the head from this accursed body with one fierce stroke? Ah, me!
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Ah!
Leave me! Leave me in my misfortune! Leave me to sleep my last. Where, where do you touch me? Where do you lay me? You will kill me, you will kill me! If there was any pain that slumbered, you have aroused it!
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It has seized me,—oh, the pest comes again!—What is your homeland, you men most ungrateful of all the Greeks? I wore out my wretched days in ridding the Greeks of pests both on the deep and throughout every forest. And now, when I am afflicted, will no man turn merciful fire or sword on me?
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Oh! Oh! Will no one come and strike the head from this accursed body with one fierce stroke? Ah, me!
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Old Man
You are the man’s son, and this task exceeds my strength. Help him, for the strength to save him is at your command,
more than mine.
You are the man’s son, and this task exceeds my strength. Help him, for the strength to save him is at your command,
more than mine.
Hyllus
My hands reach out to him, but no resource in myself or from another can help me make his life forget its agonies. So strong is the destiny appointed by Zeus!
My hands reach out to him, but no resource in myself or from another can help me make his life forget its agonies. So strong is the destiny appointed by Zeus!
Heracles
O my son, where are you?
Raise me, take hold of me here, here! Oh, oh, my god! Again, again the cruel pest leaps, leaps up to rend me, the
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wild, uncombatable plague! O Pallas, Pallas, it tortures me again! oh, please, my son, pity your sire! Draw a sword—you will not be blamed for it—strike me beneath my collarbone.
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Heal this pain with which your godless mother has enraged me! So may I see her fall to ruin, exactly, just exactly, as she has destroyed me!
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Sweet Hades, brother of Zeus, give me sleep, give me sleep. Kill me in my misery by a swift-flying doom!
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O my son, where are you?
Raise me, take hold of me here, here! Oh, oh, my god! Again, again the cruel pest leaps, leaps up to rend me, the
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wild, uncombatable plague! O Pallas, Pallas, it tortures me again! oh, please, my son, pity your sire! Draw a sword—you will not be blamed for it—strike me beneath my collarbone.
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Heal this pain with which your godless mother has enraged me! So may I see her fall to ruin, exactly, just exactly, as she has destroyed me!
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Sweet Hades, brother of Zeus, give me sleep, give me sleep. Kill me in my misery by a swift-flying doom!
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Commentary
Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
1023. mvp-comment-734-1 ποῦ ποτ' εἰ Heracles recognizes the voice of Hyllus, but is too much distracted to perceive him otherwise at first. Cp. Phil. 805, ποῦ ποτ᾿ ὤν, τέκνον, κυρεῖς; Then presently he directs him how to hold and turn him for greater ease.