καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
Antigone. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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ἕρποντι
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μᾶλλον ἄσσον, οἰμώξας δ᾽ ἔπος
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ἄτην, ἀλλ᾽ αὐτὸς ἁμαρτών.
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χωρεῖ πρὸς αὐτόν, κἀνακωκύσας καλεῖ·
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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φθόγγον συνίημ᾽ , ἢ θεοῖσι κλέπτομαι.
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
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καὶ τύμβον ὀρθόκρανον οἰκείας χθονὸς
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1219 focus
Und wie der Herrscher zagend uns geboten, geh'n
Wir hin, zu spähen, und im Hintergrunde tief
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Sah'n wir die Jungfrau schweben, die den Hals sich fest
Zum Tod umschlungen mit des Schleiers zartem Band,
Und sah'n den Jüngling, der die Braut umfangen hielt,
Ihr Loos bejammernd, die hinab geschwunden ihm,
Des Vaters Unthat und den unheilvollen Bund.
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Doch Kreon, ihn erblickend, stöhnt schmerzvoll und geht
Zum Sohn hinein und ruft ihm lautaufweinend zu:
„Ha, was begannst du? Welcher Geist, Unseliger,
Ergriff dich? Welches Mißgeschick verderbte dich?
O komm heraus, Kind! Auf den Knie'n beschwör' ich dich!"
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Mit wildem Auge starrt der Sohn den Vater an,
Voll Hohn im Antliz, und erwidert nichts, und zieht
Des Schwertes Doppelschneide; doch der Vater stürzt
Hinaus und flicht; er fehlt ihn; dann, auf sich ergrimmt,
Stößt, wie er war, der Arme, drüber hingebeugt,
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Das Schwert sich mitten durch die Brust; hierauf umschlingt
Er, noch bei Sinnen, seine Braut mit mattem Arm,
Und schneller athmend strömt er ihr den scharfen Hauch
Blutrother Tropfen auf die bleichen Wangen aus.
So liegt er eine Leiche bei der Leiche, weh!
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Empfängt der Ehe Weihen in des Todes Haus,
Und zeigt den Menschen, daß die Unbesonnenheit
Der Uebel allergrößtes sei für Sterbliche.
(Eurydike geht schnell ab.)
Der Chor. Der Bote.
Und wie der Herrscher zagend uns geboten, geh'n
Wir hin, zu spähen, und im Hintergrunde tief
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Sah'n wir die Jungfrau schweben, die den Hals sich fest
Zum Tod umschlungen mit des Schleiers zartem Band,
Und sah'n den Jüngling, der die Braut umfangen hielt,
Ihr Loos bejammernd, die hinab geschwunden ihm,
Des Vaters Unthat und den unheilvollen Bund.
1190
Doch Kreon, ihn erblickend, stöhnt schmerzvoll und geht
Zum Sohn hinein und ruft ihm lautaufweinend zu:
„Ha, was begannst du? Welcher Geist, Unseliger,
Ergriff dich? Welches Mißgeschick verderbte dich?
O komm heraus, Kind! Auf den Knie'n beschwör' ich dich!"
1195
Mit wildem Auge starrt der Sohn den Vater an,
Voll Hohn im Antliz, und erwidert nichts, und zieht
Des Schwertes Doppelschneide; doch der Vater stürzt
Hinaus und flicht; er fehlt ihn; dann, auf sich ergrimmt,
Stößt, wie er war, der Arme, drüber hingebeugt,
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Das Schwert sich mitten durch die Brust; hierauf umschlingt
Er, noch bei Sinnen, seine Braut mit mattem Arm,
Und schneller athmend strömt er ihr den scharfen Hauch
Blutrother Tropfen auf die bleichen Wangen aus.
So liegt er eine Leiche bei der Leiche, weh!
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Empfängt der Ehe Weihen in des Todes Haus,
Und zeigt den Menschen, daß die Unbesonnenheit
Der Uebel allergrößtes sei für Sterbliche.
Der Chor.
English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 1155-1260 focus
Enter Messenger, on the spectators’ left.
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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
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along with all of that, I would not pay even the shadow of smoke for all the rest, compared with joy.
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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
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along with all of that, I would not pay even the shadow of smoke for all the rest, compared with joy.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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But repeat what your news was, for I shall hear it with ears that are no strangers to sorrow.
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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.
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But repeat what your news was, for I shall hear it with ears that are no strangers to sorrow.
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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—
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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
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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—
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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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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.
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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?
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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Chorus
What would you infer from this? The lady
has turned back and gone without a word, either for good or for evil.
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What would you infer from this? The lady
has turned back and gone without a word, either for good or for evil.
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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.
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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.
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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 (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))
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1203. mvp-comment-682-1 For the feeling of οἰκείας, cp. Ο. C. 406, ἢ καὶ κατασκιῶσι Θηβαίᾳ κόνει; 1206-1207. And ere we came near one heard the voice of shrill lamentings in the neighbourhood of the unhallowed cell.'