σῶσον σεαυτήν· οὐ φθονῶ σ᾽ ὑπεκφυγεῖν.
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Antigone. Sophocles. Leipzig. 1884.
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Greek (L. Benloew, 1858) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (L. Benloew, 1858)) — 540 focus
λόγοις δ᾽ ἐγὼ φιλοῦσαν οὐ στέργω φίλην.
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Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806)) — 540 focus
ποιοῦ σεαυτῆς·
ἀρκέσω θνήσκουσ᾽ ἐγώ.
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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 540 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (A. Colonna, 1978) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Colonna, 1978)) — 540 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (A. Dain, 1955) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Dain, 1955)) — 540.mvp-line-537 focus
ἀλλ’ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979)) — 540 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (G. Hermann, 1830) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (G. Hermann, 1830)) — 540 focus
μήτοι κασιγνήτη μ᾽ ἀτιμάσῃς τὸ μὴ οὐ
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Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906)) — 540 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924)) — 540.mvp-line-537 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Antigone (OCR draft) Experimental (Antigone) — 540 focus
ἀλλʼ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949)) — 540 focus
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν κακοῖς τοῖς σοῖσιν οὐκ αἰσχύνομαι
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Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 531 focus
Du, die im Hause, gleich der Natter angeschmiegt,
Mich heimlich ausgesogen, der ich unbewußt
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Zwei Gräuel mir zum Sturze meines Throns erzog:
Auf, sage mir, bekennst du, Theil an dieser That
Zu haben, oder schwörst du dich der Sünde rein?
Du, die im Hause, gleich der Natter angeschmiegt,
Mich heimlich ausgesogen, der ich unbewußt
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Zwei Gräuel mir zum Sturze meines Throns erzog:
Auf, sage mir, bekennst du, Theil an dieser That
Zu haben, oder schwörst du dich der Sünde rein?
Ismene.
Die That verübt' ich, stimmt dazu die Schwester ein,
Und theile mit ihr, trage mit ihr diese Schuld.
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Die That verübt' ich, stimmt dazu die Schwester ein,
Und theile mit ihr, trage mit ihr diese Schuld.
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Antigone.
Nein, dies verbietet dir das Recht; du hast ja nicht
Gewollt, und ich gewährte dir kein Theil daran.
Nein, dies verbietet dir das Recht; du hast ja nicht
Gewollt, und ich gewährte dir kein Theil daran.
Ismene.
Doch jezt in deinem Leiden acht' ich's keine Schmach,
Dir Mitgefährtin durch das Meer der Noth zu sein.
Doch jezt in deinem Leiden acht' ich's keine Schmach,
Dir Mitgefährtin durch das Meer der Noth zu sein.
Antigone.
Wer Thäter war, weiß Hades und die drunten sind;
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Ich liebe nicht die Freundin, die mit Worten liebt.
Wer Thäter war, weiß Hades und die drunten sind;
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Ich liebe nicht die Freundin, die mit Worten liebt.
Ismene.
Geliebte Schwester, achte mich nicht zu gering,
Mit dir zu sterben und des Todten Grab zu weih'n.
Geliebte Schwester, achte mich nicht zu gering,
Mit dir zu sterben und des Todten Grab zu weih'n.
Antigone.
Du darfst mit mir nicht sterben, darfst nicht, was du nicht
Berührt, das Deine nennen: mein Tod ist genug.
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Du darfst mit mir nicht sterben, darfst nicht, was du nicht
Berührt, das Deine nennen: mein Tod ist genug.
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Ismene.
Und welches Leben ist mir werth, getrennt von dir?
Und welches Leben ist mir werth, getrennt von dir?
Antigone.
Dies frage Kreon; sorgtest du doch nur für ihn.
Dies frage Kreon; sorgtest du doch nur für ihn.
Ismene.
Was so mich kränken, ohne daß dir's Nuzen bringt?
Was so mich kränken, ohne daß dir's Nuzen bringt?
Antigone.
Mit Schmerzen thu' ich's, wenn ich Hohn dir bieten muß.
Mit Schmerzen thu' ich's, wenn ich Hohn dir bieten muß.
Ismene.
Wie könnt' ich doch auch jezo dir noch nüzlich sein?
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Wie könnt' ich doch auch jezo dir noch nüzlich sein?
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Antigone.
Errette dich nur; gerne duld' ich's, wenn du fliehst.
Errette dich nur; gerne duld' ich's, wenn du fliehst.
Ismene.
Weh, weh mir! Theilen soll ich auch nicht dein Geschick?
Weh, weh mir! Theilen soll ich auch nicht dein Geschick?
Antigone.
Du hast das Leben dir gewählt, und ich den Tod.
Du hast das Leben dir gewählt, und ich den Tod.
Ismene.
English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 583-630 focus
Chorus
Blest are those whose days have not tasted of evil. For when a house has once been shaken by the gods,
no form of ruin is lacking, but it spreads over the bulk of the race, just as, when the surge is driven over the darkness of the deep by the fierce breath of Thracian sea-winds,
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it rolls up the black sand from the depths, and the wind-beaten headlands that front the blows of the storm give out a mournful roar.
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Blest are those whose days have not tasted of evil. For when a house has once been shaken by the gods,
no form of ruin is lacking, but it spreads over the bulk of the race, just as, when the surge is driven over the darkness of the deep by the fierce breath of Thracian sea-winds,
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it rolls up the black sand from the depths, and the wind-beaten headlands that front the blows of the storm give out a mournful roar.
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Chorus
I see that the ancient sorrows of the house of the Labdacids
are heaped upon the sorrows of the dead. Each generation does not set its race free, but some god hurls it down and the race has no release. For now that dazzling ray of hope that had been spread
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over the last roots in the house of Oedipus—that hope, in its turn, the blood-stained dust of the gods infernal and mindlessness in speech and frenzy at the mind cuts down.
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I see that the ancient sorrows of the house of the Labdacids
are heaped upon the sorrows of the dead. Each generation does not set its race free, but some god hurls it down and the race has no release. For now that dazzling ray of hope that had been spread
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over the last roots in the house of Oedipus—that hope, in its turn, the blood-stained dust of the gods infernal and mindlessness in speech and frenzy at the mind cuts down.
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Chorus
Your power, great Zeus—what human overstepping can check it? Yours is power that neither Sleep, the all-ensnaring, nor the untiring months of the gods can defeat. Unaged through time,
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you rule by your power and dwell thereby in the brilliant splendor of
Olympus
. And through the future, both near and distant, as through the past, shall this law prevail: nothing that is vast comes to the life of mortals without ruin.
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Your power, great Zeus—what human overstepping can check it? Yours is power that neither Sleep, the all-ensnaring, nor the untiring months of the gods can defeat. Unaged through time,
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you rule by your power and dwell thereby in the brilliant splendor of
Olympus
. And through the future, both near and distant, as through the past, shall this law prevail: nothing that is vast comes to the life of mortals without ruin.
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Chorus
See how that hope whose wanderings are so wide truly is a benefit to many men, but to an equal number it is a false lure of light-headed desires. The deception comes to one who is wholly unawares until he burns his foot on a hot fire.
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For with wisdom did someone once reveal the maxim, now famous, that evil at one time or another seems good, to him whose mind a god leads to ruin.
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But for the briefest moment such a man fares free of destruction.
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See how that hope whose wanderings are so wide truly is a benefit to many men, but to an equal number it is a false lure of light-headed desires. The deception comes to one who is wholly unawares until he burns his foot on a hot fire.
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For with wisdom did someone once reveal the maxim, now famous, that evil at one time or another seems good, to him whose mind a god leads to ruin.
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But for the briefest moment such a man fares free of destruction.
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Enter Haemon.
Chorus
But here is Haemon, the last of your offspring. Does he come grieving for the doom of Antigone, his promised bride,
and bitter for the deceived hope of their marriage?
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But here is Haemon, the last of your offspring. Does he come grieving for the doom of Antigone, his promised bride,
and bitter for the deceived hope of their marriage?
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