Sophocles, Trachiniae, Lewis Campbell (Translator), 51

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MESS
Re-enter Messenger . 335

Pause first there on the threshold, till you learn
335

(Apart from those) who ’tis you take within,
335

And more besides that you yet know not of,
335

Which deeply imports your knowing. Of all this

I throughly am informed.

Trachiniae. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.

Current edition Experimental

English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) (English) (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906))

Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.

Editions (2)

Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 51 focus

τὴν ῾Ηράκλειον ἔξοδον γοωμένην·

Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 94-140 focus

Χορός

ὃν αἰόλα νὺξ ἐναριζομένα

τίκτει κατευνάζει τε, φλογιζόμενον
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Ἅλιον Ἅλιον αἰτῶ

τοῦτο καρῦξαι, τὸν Ἀλκμήνας πόθι μοι πόθι παῖς

ναίει ποτʼ, ὦ λαμπρᾷ στεροπᾷ φλεγέθων,

ἢ ποντίας αὐλῶνος ἢ δισσαῖσιν ἀπείροις κλιθείς,
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εἴπʼ, ὦ κρατιστεύων κατʼ ὄμμα.

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Χορός

ποθουμένᾳ γὰρ φρενὶ πυνθάνομαι

τὰν ἀμφινεικῆ Δηιάνειραν ἀεί,

οἷά τινʼ ἄθλιον ὄρνιν,
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οὔποτʼ εὐνάζειν ἀδακρύτων βλεφάρων πόθον, ἀλλʼ

εὔμναστον ἀνδρὸς δεῖμα τρέφουσαν ὁδοῦ

ἐνθυμίοις εὐναῖς ἀνανδρώτοισι τρύχεσθαι, κακὰν
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δύστανον ἐλπίζουσαν αἶσαν.

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Χορός

πολλὰ γὰρ ὥστʼ ἀκάμαντος ἢ νότου ἢ βορέα τις

κύματʼ ἂν εὐρέϊ πόντῳ βάντʼ ἐπιόντα τʼ ἴδοι,

οὕτῶ δὲ τὸν Καδμογενῆ στρέφει, τὸ δʼ αὔξει,

βιότου πολύπονον ὥσπερ πέλαγος
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Κρήσιον. ἀλλά τις θεῶν αἰὲν ἀναμπλάκητον Ἅιδα
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σφε δόμων ἐρύκει.

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Χορός

ὧν ἐπιμεμφομένα σʼ αἰδοῖα μέν, ἀντία δʼ οἴσω.

φαμὶ γὰρ οὐκ ἀποτρύειν ἐλπίδα τὰν ἀγαθὰν
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χρῆναί σʼ· ἀνάλγητα γὰρ οὐδʼ ὁ πάντα κραίνων βασιλεὺς ἐπέβαλε θνατοῖς Κρονίδας·

ἀλλʼ ἐπὶ πῆμα καὶ χαρὰ πᾶσι κυκλοῦσιν, οἷον

ἄρκτου στροφάδες κέλευθοι.
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μένει γὰρ οὔτʼ αἰόλα

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Χορός

νὺξ βροτοῖσιν οὔτε κῆρες

οὔτε πλοῦτος, ἀλλʼ ἄφαρ

βέβακε, τῷ δʼ ἐπέρχεται

χαίρειν τε καὶ στέρεσθαι.
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ἃ καὶ σὲ τὰν ἄνασσαν ἐλπίσιν λέγω

τάδʼ αἰὲν ἴσχειν· ἐπεὶ τίς ὧδε

τέκνοισι Ζῆνʼ ἄβουλον εἶδεν;
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Translations (4)

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 49 focus

O Deianeira, Fürstin, oft gewahrt' ich schon,

Wie du betrübt in thränenreiche Klagen dich
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Ergossest, daß Herakles ausgezogen sei.

Doch heute, wenn's der Sklavin schlichtem Sinn geziemt,

Dem freien Weib zu rathen, gönn' auch mir ein Wort.

Du bist an soviel Söhnen reich: was sendest du¹

Nicht ihrer Einen, auszuspäh'n des Mannes Spur?
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Zumal dem Hyllos ziemte das, vertrau'n wir ihm,

Daß ihn um seines Vaters Wohl die Sorge treibt.

Da kommt er eben leichten Schritt's zum Haus heran,

Daß, wenn dir meine Rede nicht unzeitig dünkt,

Du seinen Beistand nüzen kannst und meinen Rath.
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Hyllos. Die Vorigen.

Deianeira.

English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 51 focus

Deianira

Ha ! what dost thou say?

I understand thee not— explain it quickly !
350

English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 51 focus

Lichas
314cont2

She will not speak; nor hath she to this hour

Unlock'd her lips, or ever utter'd word;

But obstinate in silence mourns her weight

Of misery, always weeping since she left

Her desolated country: her ill fate

Moves thee to pity and to pardon her.

English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 94-140 focus

Enter the Chorus on the other side.

Chorus

You, to whom Night gives birth when she is vanquished and despoiled of her starry crown,

and whom, as you blaze, she lays to rest, I pray you, O Sun, Sun, tell me, where is Alcmena’s son, where dwells her child? O Shining god with your bright flash,
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is he on the straits of the sea, or does he lean upon the twin continents? Speak, you who surpass all in sight!
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Chorus

For with longing heart, as I hear, Deianeira, the battle-prize, now,

like some mournful bird, never rests her eyes’ longing that they might be without tears, but nourishing a well-remembered fear for her husband’s travels she is constantly afflicted
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by her anxious, widowed marriage-bed and in her misery anticipates misfortune.
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Chorus

For just as one may see billow after billow

advancing and passing over the wide deep before the tireless south-wind, or the north, so the great toil of his life, stormy as the Cretan sea, now whirls back the heir of Cadmus, now exalts him. But some god always
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keeps him unerring from the house of Hades.
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To Deianeira.

Chorus

With respect I reproach you for your weeping, but still I will speak in dissent.

You must not, I say, wear away fair hope. Remember that the all-accomplishing king, the son of Cronus, does not appoint a painless lot for mortals. Sorrow and joy revolve to all, as the stars of the Bear
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move in their circling paths.
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Chorus

Starry night does not remain constant with men, nor does tribulation, nor wealth; in a moment it is gone from us, and to another in his turn come both

gladness and bereavement. So I urge even you, our Queen, to keep these matters firmly in your outlook. You must, for who has
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known Zeus to be so without care for his children?
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Commentary

Commentary (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))

mvp-comment-179-1 The

ἄγγελος

(180), who has listened in silence, now places himself between Deianeira and the door through which she is about to follow Lichas and the captives.

mvp-comment-179-2 αὐτοῦ γε πρῶτον βαιὸν ἀμμείνας’ ¹ γε ²

mvp-comment-179-3 ἀμμείνας’ ³

mvp-comment-180-1 ἄνευ ⁴ τ’ ⁵ μάθῃς ⁶ μάθῃς ⁷ ἐκμάθῃς ⁸ οὕστινας ⁹

mvp-comment-180-2 ὧν τ’ οὐδὲν εἰσήκουσας ¹⁰

Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus

335. mvp-comment-260-1 ἀμμείνασα] Sc. χωροῖς ἄν. Ср. Phil. 645, χωρῶμεν, ἔνδοθεν λαβών. For the use of the participle with ye = 'Not until,' cp. Plat. Phaedr. 228 D, δείξας γε πρῶτον, ὦ φιλότης, κ.τ.λ. The "Αγγελος is rude, and something of a busy-body, but honest and well-meaning.

336. mvp-comment-261-1 ἄνευ τῶνδε] When Lichas and the captives are not present.'

Sophocles Trachiniae 51

Lewis Campbell (Translator)

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MESS
Re-enter Messenger . 335

Pause first there on the threshold, till you learn
335

(Apart from those) who ’tis you take within,
335

And more besides that you yet know not of,
335

Which deeply imports your knowing. Of all this

I throughly am informed.

Current edition Experimental

Deianeira.

Deianira

Ha ! what dost thou say?

I understand thee not— explain it quickly !
350

Lichas
314cont2

She will not speak; nor hath she to this hour

Unlock'd her lips, or ever utter'd word;

But obstinate in silence mourns her weight

Of misery, always weeping since she left

Her desolated country: her ill fate

Moves thee to pity and to pardon her.

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MESS Re-enter Messenger . 335 Pause first there on the threshold, till you learn 335 (Apart from those) who ’tis you take within, 335 And more besides that you yet know not of, 335 Which deeply imports your knowing. Of all this I throughly am informed.

Current edition Experimental

Deianeira.

Deianira Ha ! what dost thou say? I understand thee not— explain it quickly ! 350

Lichas 314cont2 She will not speak; nor hath she to this hour Unlock'd her lips, or ever utter'd word; But obstinate in silence mourns her weight Of misery, always weeping since she left Her desolated country: her ill fate Moves thee to pity and to pardon her.

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MESS
Re-enter Messenger . 335

Pause first there on the threshold, till you learn
335

(Apart from those) who ’tis you take within,
335

And more besides that you yet know not of,
335

Which deeply imports your knowing. Of all this

I throughly am informed.

Deianira

Ha ! what dost thou say?

I understand thee not— explain it quickly !
350

Lichas
314cont2

She will not speak; nor hath she to this hour

Unlock'd her lips, or ever utter'd word;

But obstinate in silence mourns her weight

Of misery, always weeping since she left

Her desolated country: her ill fate

Moves thee to pity and to pardon her.