ἴτ᾽ ἆσσον ὠκεῖς, καὶ παραστάντες τάφῳ
Antigone. Sophocles. Berlin. 1806.
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Current edition Experimental
Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) (Greek) (Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806))
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Editions (11)
Greek (L. Benloew, 1858) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (L. Benloew, 1858)) — 1191 focus
κυνοσπάρακτον σῶμα Πολυνείκους ἔτι·
Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884)) — 1191 focus
οὐκ ἀξιώσειν, ἀλλ᾽ ὑπὸ στέγης ἔσω
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (A. Colonna, 1978) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Colonna, 1978)) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (A. Dain, 1955) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Dain, 1955)) — 1191.mvp-line-1171 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ’ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979)) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (G. Hermann, 1830) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (G. Hermann, 1830)) — 1191 focus
φωνῆς δ᾽ ἄπωθεν ὀρθίων κωκυμάτων
Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906)) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924)) — 1191.mvp-line-1174 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Antigone (OCR draft) Experimental (Antigone) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσʼ ἀκούσομαι.
Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949)) — 1191 focus
κακῶν γὰρ οὐκ ἄπειρος οὖσ᾽ ἀκούσομαι.
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1183 focus
Ihr Bürger alle, welches Wort vernahm ich doch,
Als ich zum Ausgang eilte, hülfesuchend mich
Der Göttin Pallas mit Gelübd' und Fleh'n zu nah'n?
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Gerade wollt' ich an dem wohlverschloss'nen Thor
Die Riegel öffnen, als der Ruf von meinem Leid
Das Ohr mir traf; voll Grauen sank ich hinter mich
Zurück in meiner Frauen Arm, von Schreck betäubt.
Doch wie die Kunde lautet, sagt nochmals mir an:
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Denn nicht in Leiden ungeübt vernehm' ich sie.
Ihr Bürger alle, welches Wort vernahm ich doch,
Als ich zum Ausgang eilte, hülfesuchend mich
Der Göttin Pallas mit Gelübd' und Fleh'n zu nah'n?
1150
Gerade wollt' ich an dem wohlverschloss'nen Thor
Die Riegel öffnen, als der Ruf von meinem Leid
Das Ohr mir traf; voll Grauen sank ich hinter mich
Zurück in meiner Frauen Arm, von Schreck betäubt.
Doch wie die Kunde lautet, sagt nochmals mir an:
1155
Denn nicht in Leiden ungeübt vernehm' ich sie.
Der Bote.
Ich war zugegen, theure Frau, und melde dir's,
Und vorenthalten werd' ich kein wahrhaftes Wort.
Wozu dir's mildern, daß hernach als Lügner ich
Erfunden würde? Stets besteht das Wahre nur.
1160
Ich folgte deinem Ehgemahl als Führer hin
Zum hochgeleg'nen Felde, wo, grausam zerfleischt
Von Hunden, Polyneikes' Leib noch immer lag.
Und als wir hier der Wege Göttin angefleht
1
Und Pluton, huldreich uns zu sein, so wuschen wir
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Ihn erst in heiligem Wasser, und verbrannten dann
Auf frischgebrochnen Zweigen, was noch übrig war.
2
Drauf als von heimischer Erde wir ein hohes Grab
Ihm aufgeworfen, gingen wir zum steinernen,
Gewölbten Todesbrautgemach des Mädchens hin.
1170
Und einer Stimme lauten Klageruf vernimmt
Von fern ein, Diener vor der opferlosen Gruft,
Und hinterbringt es Kreon, unserm Herrn, sofort.
Doch den umtönt, indeß er näher schreitet, rings
Ein dunkler Laut des Schmerzes, und wehklagend ruft
1175
Er aus das thränenschwere Wort: „ich Armer, ach!
Bin ich ein Seher? Geh' ich hier den traurigsten
Von allen Pfaden, die ich je gegangen bin?
Des Sohnes Stimme ruft mich! Auf, ihr Diener, auf!
Geht eilig näher, tretet an die Grust hinan,
1180
Und durch des Grabmals aufgeriss'nes Mauerwerk
Zur innern Wölbung dringend, späht, ob Hämons Laut
Ich jezt vernommen, oder ob ein Gott mich täuscht!"
Ich war zugegen, theure Frau, und melde dir's,
Und vorenthalten werd' ich kein wahrhaftes Wort.
Wozu dir's mildern, daß hernach als Lügner ich
Erfunden würde? Stets besteht das Wahre nur.
1160
Ich folgte deinem Ehgemahl als Führer hin
Zum hochgeleg'nen Felde, wo, grausam zerfleischt
Von Hunden, Polyneikes' Leib noch immer lag.
Und als wir hier der Wege Göttin angefleht
1
Und Pluton, huldreich uns zu sein, so wuschen wir
1165
Ihn erst in heiligem Wasser, und verbrannten dann
Auf frischgebrochnen Zweigen, was noch übrig war.
2
Drauf als von heimischer Erde wir ein hohes Grab
Ihm aufgeworfen, gingen wir zum steinernen,
Gewölbten Todesbrautgemach des Mädchens hin.
1170
Und einer Stimme lauten Klageruf vernimmt
Von fern ein, Diener vor der opferlosen Gruft,
Und hinterbringt es Kreon, unserm Herrn, sofort.
Doch den umtönt, indeß er näher schreitet, rings
Ein dunkler Laut des Schmerzes, und wehklagend ruft
1175
Er aus das thränenschwere Wort: „ich Armer, ach!
Bin ich ein Seher? Geh' ich hier den traurigsten
Von allen Pfaden, die ich je gegangen bin?
Des Sohnes Stimme ruft mich! Auf, ihr Diener, auf!
Geht eilig näher, tretet an die Grust hinan,
1180
Und durch des Grabmals aufgeriss'nes Mauerwerk
Zur innern Wölbung dringend, späht, ob Hämons Laut
Ich jezt vernommen, oder ob ein Gott mich täuscht!"
English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 1155-1260 focus
Enter Messenger, on the spectators’ left.
1183
Enter Eurydice.
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Messenger
Neighbors of the house of Cadmus and of Amphion, there is no station of human life that I would ever praise or blame as being settled. Fortune sets upright and Fortune sinks the lucky and unlucky from day to day,
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and no one can prophesy to men concerning the order that has just been established. For Creon, as I saw it, was once blest: he had saved this land of Cadmus from its enemies; and having won sole and total dominion in the land, he guided it on a straight course and flourished in his noble crop of children.
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And now all this has been lost. When a man has forfeited his pleasures, I do not reckon his existence as life, but consider him just a breathing corpse. Heap up riches in your house, if you wish! Live with a tyrant’s pomp! But if there is no joy
1165
along with all of that, I would not pay even the shadow of smoke for all the rest, compared with joy.
1170
Neighbors of the house of Cadmus and of Amphion, there is no station of human life that I would ever praise or blame as being settled. Fortune sets upright and Fortune sinks the lucky and unlucky from day to day,
1155
and no one can prophesy to men concerning the order that has just been established. For Creon, as I saw it, was once blest: he had saved this land of Cadmus from its enemies; and having won sole and total dominion in the land, he guided it on a straight course and flourished in his noble crop of children.
1160
And now all this has been lost. When a man has forfeited his pleasures, I do not reckon his existence as life, but consider him just a breathing corpse. Heap up riches in your house, if you wish! Live with a tyrant’s pomp! But if there is no joy
1165
along with all of that, I would not pay even the shadow of smoke for all the rest, compared with joy.
1170
Chorus
What is this new grief for our princes that you have come to report?
What is this new grief for our princes that you have come to report?
Messenger
They are dead, and the living are guilty of the deaths.
They are dead, and the living are guilty of the deaths.
Chorus
Who is the murderer? Who the murdered? Tell us.
Who is the murderer? Who the murdered? Tell us.
Messenger
Haemon is dead—his blood was shed by no strange hand.
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Haemon is dead—his blood was shed by no strange hand.
1175
Chorus
Was it his father’s, or his own ?
Was it his father’s, or his own ?
Messenger
He did it by his own, enraged with his father for the murder.
He did it by his own, enraged with his father for the murder.
Chorus
Ah, prophet, how true, then, you have proved your word!
Ah, prophet, how true, then, you have proved your word!
Messenger
Knowing that these things are so, you must consider the rest.
Knowing that these things are so, you must consider the rest.
Chorus
Wait, I see the unhappy Eurydice, Creon’s wife, nearby. She comes from the house either knowing of her son, or merely by chance.
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1183
Enter Eurydice.
Wait, I see the unhappy Eurydice, Creon’s wife, nearby. She comes from the house either knowing of her son, or merely by chance.
1180
Eurydice
People of
Thebes
, I heard your words as I was on my way to the gates to address divine Pallas with my prayers.
At one and the same time I was loosening the bolts of the gate to open it, and the sound of a blow to our house struck my ear. In terror I sank back into the arms of my handmaids, and my senses fled.
1185
But repeat what your news was, for I shall hear it with ears that are no strangers to sorrow.
1190
People of
Thebes
, I heard your words as I was on my way to the gates to address divine Pallas with my prayers.
At one and the same time I was loosening the bolts of the gate to open it, and the sound of a blow to our house struck my ear. In terror I sank back into the arms of my handmaids, and my senses fled.
1185
But repeat what your news was, for I shall hear it with ears that are no strangers to sorrow.
1190
Messenger
Dear mistress, I will tell what I witnessed and leave no word of the truth unspoken. For what good would it do that should I soothe you with words in which I must later be found false?
The truth is always best. I attended your husband as his guide to the furthest part of the plain, where unpitied the body of Polyneices, torn by dogs, still lay. After we had prayed to the goddess of the roads
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and to Pluto to restrain their anger in mercy, we washed him with pure washing, and with freshly-plucked boughs we burned what remains there were. Lastly we heaped a high-mounded tomb of his native earth. Afterwards we turned away to enter the maiden’s stoney-bedded
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bridal chamber, the caverned mansion of Hades’ bride. From a distance, one of us servants heard a voice of loud wailing near that bride’s unwept bed and came to tell our master Creon. And as the King moved closer and closer, obscure signs rising from a bitter cry surrounded him—
1205
he groaned and said in bitter lament,
Ah, misery, am I now the prophet of evil? Am I going on the path most lined with grief of all that I have walked before? My son’s voice greets me. Go, my servants,
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hurry closer, and when you have reached the tomb, enter the opening where the stones of the mound have been torn away, up to the cell’s very mouth. See if it is Haemon’s voice that I recognize, or if I am cheated by the gods.
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Dear mistress, I will tell what I witnessed and leave no word of the truth unspoken. For what good would it do that should I soothe you with words in which I must later be found false?
The truth is always best. I attended your husband as his guide to the furthest part of the plain, where unpitied the body of Polyneices, torn by dogs, still lay. After we had prayed to the goddess of the roads
1195
and to Pluto to restrain their anger in mercy, we washed him with pure washing, and with freshly-plucked boughs we burned what remains there were. Lastly we heaped a high-mounded tomb of his native earth. Afterwards we turned away to enter the maiden’s stoney-bedded
1200
bridal chamber, the caverned mansion of Hades’ bride. From a distance, one of us servants heard a voice of loud wailing near that bride’s unwept bed and came to tell our master Creon. And as the King moved closer and closer, obscure signs rising from a bitter cry surrounded him—
1205
he groaned and said in bitter lament,
Ah, misery, am I now the prophet of evil? Am I going on the path most lined with grief of all that I have walked before? My son’s voice greets me. Go, my servants,
1210
hurry closer, and when you have reached the tomb, enter the opening where the stones of the mound have been torn away, up to the cell’s very mouth. See if it is Haemon’s voice that I recognize, or if I am cheated by the gods.
1215
This search, at our desperate master’s word,
we went to make, and in the furthest part of the tomb we saw her hanging by the neck, fastened by a halter of fine linen threads, while he was embracing her with arms thrown around her waist, bewailing the loss of his bride to the spirits below, as well as his father’s deeds, and his grief-filled marriage.
1220
But his father, when he saw him, cried aloud with a dreadful cry and went in and called to him with a voice of wailing:
Ah, unhappy boy, what have you done! What plan have you seized on? By what misfortune have you lost your reason?
1225
Come out, my son, I pray you, I beg you! But the boy glared at him with savage eyes, spat in his face, and without a word in response drew his twin-edged sword. As his father rushed out in flight, he missed his aim. Then the ill-fated boy was enraged with himself
1230
and straightway stretched himself over his sword and drove it, half its length, into his side. Still conscious, he clasped the maiden in his faint embrace, and, as he gasped, he shot onto her pale cheek a swift stream of oozing blood.
1235
Corpse enfolding corpse he lay, having won his marriage rites, poor boy, not here, but in Hades’ palace, and having shown to mankind by how much the failure to reason wisely is the most severe of all afflictions assigned to man.
Eurydice departs into the house.
1240
1244
This search, at our desperate master’s word,
we went to make, and in the furthest part of the tomb we saw her hanging by the neck, fastened by a halter of fine linen threads, while he was embracing her with arms thrown around her waist, bewailing the loss of his bride to the spirits below, as well as his father’s deeds, and his grief-filled marriage.
1220
But his father, when he saw him, cried aloud with a dreadful cry and went in and called to him with a voice of wailing:
Ah, unhappy boy, what have you done! What plan have you seized on? By what misfortune have you lost your reason?
1225
Come out, my son, I pray you, I beg you! But the boy glared at him with savage eyes, spat in his face, and without a word in response drew his twin-edged sword. As his father rushed out in flight, he missed his aim. Then the ill-fated boy was enraged with himself
1230
and straightway stretched himself over his sword and drove it, half its length, into his side. Still conscious, he clasped the maiden in his faint embrace, and, as he gasped, he shot onto her pale cheek a swift stream of oozing blood.
1235
Corpse enfolding corpse he lay, having won his marriage rites, poor boy, not here, but in Hades’ palace, and having shown to mankind by how much the failure to reason wisely is the most severe of all afflictions assigned to man.
Eurydice departs into the house.
1240
Chorus
What would you infer from this? The lady
has turned back and gone without a word, either for good or for evil.
1245
What would you infer from this? The lady
has turned back and gone without a word, either for good or for evil.
1245
Messenger
I, too, am startled. Still I am nourished by the hope that at the grave news of her son she thinks it unworthy to make her laments before the city, but in the shelter of her home will set her handmaids to mourn the house’s grief.
For she is not unhabituated to discretion, that she should err.
1250
I, too, am startled. Still I am nourished by the hope that at the grave news of her son she thinks it unworthy to make her laments before the city, but in the shelter of her home will set her handmaids to mourn the house’s grief.
For she is not unhabituated to discretion, that she should err.
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Chorus
I do not know. But to me, in any case, a silence too strict seems to promise trouble just as much as a fruitless abundance of weeping.
I do not know. But to me, in any case, a silence too strict seems to promise trouble just as much as a fruitless abundance of weeping.
Messenger
I will find out whether she is not, in fact, hiding some repressed plan in the darkness of her passionate heart.
I will go in, since you are right—in an excess of silence, too, there may be trouble.
Exit Messenger.
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I will find out whether she is not, in fact, hiding some repressed plan in the darkness of her passionate heart.
I will go in, since you are right—in an excess of silence, too, there may be trouble.
Exit Messenger.
1255
Enter Creon, attended and carrying the shrouded body of Haemon, on the spectators’ left.
Chorus
Look, here is the King himself approaching, his hands grasping a monument plainly signing that his—if we may say it—and no one else’s,
was the madness of this error.
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Look, here is the King himself approaching, his hands grasping a monument plainly signing that his—if we may say it—and no one else’s,
was the madness of this error.
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Commentary
Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
1191. mvp-comment-673-1 Here, and infr. 1203, 1312, as well as probably supr. 993, the death of Creon's son Megareus, elsewhere called Menoeceus, is alluded to.