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Antigone. Sophocles. Berlin. 1806.
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Current edition Experimental
Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) (Greek) (Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806))
Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.
Editions (11)
Greek (L. Benloew, 1858) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (L. Benloew, 1858)) — 318 focus
ὁ δρῶν σ᾽ ἀνιᾷ τὰς φρένας, τὰ δ᾽ ὦτ᾽ ἐγώ.
Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884)) — 318 focus
καὶ ταῦτ᾽ ἐπ’ ἀργύρῳ γε τὴν ψυχὴν προδούς.
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 318 focus
τί δαί; ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (A. Colonna, 1978) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Colonna, 1978)) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (A. Dain, 1955) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Dain, 1955)) — 318.mvp-line-318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979)) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (G. Hermann, 1830) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (G. Hermann, 1830)) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906)) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924)) — 318.mvp-line-318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Antigone (OCR draft) Experimental (Antigone) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949)) — 318 focus
τί δὲ ῥυθμίζεις τὴν ἐμὴν λύπην ὅπου;
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 315 focus
Herr, darf ich reden? Oder geh' ich so von dir?
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Herr, darf ich reden? Oder geh' ich so von dir?
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Kreon.
Gewahrst du noch nicht, wie verhaßt dein Wort mir ist?
Gewahrst du noch nicht, wie verhaßt dein Wort mir ist?
Der Wächter.
Verlezt es dir die Ohren oder dein Gemüth?
Verlezt es dir die Ohren oder dein Gemüth?
Kreon.
Wie? Nach dem Size meiner Unlust spähst du gar?
Wie? Nach dem Size meiner Unlust spähst du gar?
Der Wächter.
Der Thäter kränkte dir das Herz, und ich das Ohr.
Der Thäter kränkte dir das Herz, und ich das Ohr.
Kreon.
Was doch ein ganz durchtrieb'ner arger Schalk du bist!
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Was doch ein ganz durchtrieb'ner arger Schalk du bist!
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Der Wächter.
Doch nimmermehr bin ich es, der die That gethan.
Doch nimmermehr bin ich es, der die That gethan.
Kreon.
Du bist's, verkauftest deine Seel' um goldnen Lohn.
Weh!
Du bist's, verkauftest deine Seel' um goldnen Lohn.
Weh!
Der Wächter.
Schlimm wahrlich, wenn man, wähnend, auch noch Falsches wähnt!
Schlimm wahrlich, wenn man, wähnend, auch noch Falsches wähnt!
Kreon.
Ia, wizle mit dem Wahne nur; doch stellt ihr nicht
Die Thäter mir vor Augen, dann bekennt ihr noch,
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Daß feige Habsucht überall Unsegen bringt.
(ab in den Palast.)
Ia, wizle mit dem Wahne nur; doch stellt ihr nicht
Die Thäter mir vor Augen, dann bekennt ihr noch,
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Daß feige Habsucht überall Unsegen bringt.
Der Wächter.
Ia, fände man den Thäter! Aber ob man ihn,
Ob nicht ihn fahe denn das Glück entscheidet dies
Mich sollst du niemals wieder hier erscheinen seh'n!
Denn über all mein Hoffen, all mein Denken jezt
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Gerettet, schuld' ich vielen Dank den Himmlischen.
(ab.)
Erste Strophe.
Ia, fände man den Thäter! Aber ob man ihn,
Ob nicht ihn fahe denn das Glück entscheidet dies
Mich sollst du niemals wieder hier erscheinen seh'n!
Denn über all mein Hoffen, all mein Denken jezt
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Gerettet, schuld' ich vielen Dank den Himmlischen.
Der Chor.
Vieles Gewalt'ge lebt, und Nichts
Ist gewaltiger als der Mensch.
Denn selbst über die dunkele
Meerflut zieht er, vom Süd umstürmt,
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Hinwandelnd zwischen den Wogen
Die rings umtoste Bahn.
Er müdet ab der Götter höchste,
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Gäa, die ewige, nie zu ermattende,
Während die Pflüge sich wenden von Jahr zu Jahr,
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Wühlt sie durch der Rosse Kraft um.
Erste Gegenstrophe.
Vieles Gewalt'ge lebt, und Nichts
Ist gewaltiger als der Mensch.
Denn selbst über die dunkele
Meerflut zieht er, vom Süd umstürmt,
335
Hinwandelnd zwischen den Wogen
Die rings umtoste Bahn.
Er müdet ab der Götter höchste,
1
Gäa, die ewige, nie zu ermattende,
Während die Pflüge sich wenden von Jahr zu Jahr,
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Wühlt sie durch der Rosse Kraft um.
English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 332-380 focus
Chorus
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man.
This power spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him. Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied,
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he wears away to his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year.
340
Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man.
This power spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him. Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied,
335
he wears away to his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year.
340
Chorus
The light-hearted tribe of birds
and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets, and he leads them captive, very-skilled man. He masters by his arts
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the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills. He tames the shaggy-maned horse, putting the yoke upon its neck, and tames the tireless mountain bull.
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The light-hearted tribe of birds
and the clans of wild beasts and the sea-brood of the deep he snares in the meshes of his twisted nets, and he leads them captive, very-skilled man. He masters by his arts
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the beast who dwells in the wilds and roams the hills. He tames the shaggy-maned horse, putting the yoke upon its neck, and tames the tireless mountain bull.
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Chorus
Speech and thought fast as the wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself, and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain.
He has resource for everything. Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come. From Death alone he shall procure no escape, but from baffling diseases he has devised flights.
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Speech and thought fast as the wind and the moods that give order to a city he has taught himself, and how to flee the arrows of the inhospitable frost under clear skies and the arrows of the storming rain.
He has resource for everything. Lacking resource in nothing he strides towards what must come. From Death alone he shall procure no escape, but from baffling diseases he has devised flights.
360
Chorus
Possessing resourceful skill, a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil, now to good. When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath,
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his city prospers. But banned from his city is he who, thanks to his rashness, couples with disgrace. Never may he share my home,
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never think my thoughts, who does these things!
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Possessing resourceful skill, a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil, now to good. When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath,
365
his city prospers. But banned from his city is he who, thanks to his rashness, couples with disgrace. Never may he share my home,
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never think my thoughts, who does these things!
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Enter the Guard, on the spectators’ left, leading in Antigone.
Chorus
What marvel sent by the gods is this?—I am bewildered! I know her. How can I deny that this girl is Antigone? O unhappy child
of your unhappy father, of Oedipus! What can this mean? What! Surely they are not bringing you captive for disobeying the King’s laws and being caught in lunacy?
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What marvel sent by the gods is this?—I am bewildered! I know her. How can I deny that this girl is Antigone? O unhappy child
of your unhappy father, of Oedipus! What can this mean? What! Surely they are not bringing you captive for disobeying the King’s laws and being caught in lunacy?
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