Sophocles Antigone 67

Lewis Campbell (Translator)

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Burying the prince. One word hath told thee all.

Antigone. 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 (12)

Greek (L. Benloew, 1858) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (L. Benloew, 1858)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι. τὸ γὰρ

Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι. τὸ γὰρ

Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι. τὸ γὰρ

Greek (A. Colonna, 1978) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Colonna, 1978)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (A. Dain, 1955) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Dain, 1955)) — 67.mvp-line-67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (G. Hermann, 1830) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (G. Hermann, 1830)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι. πείσομαι. τὸ γὰρ

Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924)) — 67.mvp-line-67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι. τὸ γὰρ

Antigone (OCR draft) Experimental (Antigone) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949)) — 67 focus

τοῖς ἐν τέλει βεβῶσι πείσομαι· τὸ γὰρ

Translations (10)

German (A. Boeckh, 1884) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (A. Boeckh, 1884)) — 67 focus

WÄCHTER

Hier ist sie, jene, die es that; sie griffen wir

jetzt beim Bestatten. Aber wo ist Kreon denn?

Spanish (J. A. Bolufer, 1921) (OCR draft) Experimental (Spanish (J. A. Bolufer, 1921)) — 67 focus

EL CENTINELA

Ésta sepultó al hombre; ya lo sabes todo.

Latin (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) Experimental (Latin (F. H. Bothe, 1806)) — 67 focus

Custos

Ipsa virum sepeliit: omnia discas.

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 69 focus

Nicht mehr verlang' ich's, möchte dich zur Helferin

Nicht mehr, erklärtest du dich auch bereit dazu.
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Nein, wähle deinem Sinne nach: ihn werd' ich selbst

Bestatten; ruhmvoll ist der Tod für diese That.

Bei ihm, dem Lieben, werd' ich ruh'n, die Liebende,

Die frommen Frevel übte; muß ich länger doch

Den Todten dort gefallen, als den Lebenden.
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Denn dort ja ruh' ich ewig; du, wenn dir's gefällt,

Entehre, was in Ehre selbst bei Göttern steht.

Ich acht' es auch der Ehre werth; indeß der Stadt

Zum Troz zu handeln, fühl ich mich nicht stark genug.

Antigone.

So wende du das vor; doch ich geh' unverweilt,
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Und schütt' ein Grab dem heißgeliebten Bruder auf.

Ismene.

Tollkühne, weh mir! Ha, wie fürcht' ich deinethalb!

Antigone.

Sei nicht um mich bang; sich're du nur dein Geschick!

Ismene.

Doch offenbare ja zuvor Niemand die That;

Im Dunkel birg' sie; gerne schweig' auch ich davon.
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Antigone.

Ha, laut verkünd' es! Viel verhaßter wirst du mir

Durch Schweigen, offenbarst du's nicht vor aller Welt.

Ismene.

Dir wallt der Busen glühend, wo mich Schauder faßt.

Antigone.

Doch weiß ich hold mir, deren Huld mein Höchstes iſt.

Ismene.

Wenn du's vermöchtest; doch du willst Unmögliches.
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Nun freilich, wenn ich's nicht vermag, so lass' ich ab.

Auch nicht von Anfang jage nach Unmöglichem.

Antigone.

Durch solche Reden wirst du billig mir verhaßt,

Und billig hassen wird dich auch der Todte dort.

Nein, laß du mich und meines Sinnes Unverstand
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Dies Grauenvolle dulden. Was ich Schweres auch¹

Erleiden möge, bleibt mir doch ein schöner Tod.

Ismene.

Nun, wenn dir's gut dünkt, ziehe hin: ächt schwesterlich

Als Schwester fühlend gehst du, wenn als Thörin auch.

(Sie gehen nach verschiedenen Seiten ab. Der Chor tritt auf.) Erste Strophe.

Der Chor.

English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 67 focus

Guard

To say all, 'twas she

Who buried Polynices.
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Spanish (A. G. Garbin, 1889) (OCR draft) Experimental (Spanish (A. G. Garbin, 1889)) — 67 focus

CORO

365 Habiendo llegado en la industria y en las artes más allá de toda esperanza, marcha, sin embargo, unas veces hacia el bien, y otras hácia el mal; por esto el poderoso de la ciudad que torcidamente interpreta las leyes humanas y divinas, es digno de ser expulsado de ella, tan luego como su audacia concibe proyectos criminales.

Que el que ejecute tales cosas no participe ni de mi hogar ni de mi pensamiento.¹ (Vése aparecer nuevamente al centinel·la trayendo prisionera á Antígona.)

Vése aparecer nuevamente al centinela trayendo prisionera á Antigona.

376 Pero ¿qué es lo que veo? No me cabe duda: ¿Cómo he de decir que no es esta la joven Antígona, si la estoy mirando con mis propios ojos? ¡Hija infortunada del desdichado Edipo! ¿Qué es esto? A ti no te traerán aquí como infractora de la orden del Rey; en ti no cabe semejante locura...

German (F. Hölderlin, 1804) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (F. Hölderlin, 1804)) — 67 focus

BOTE

Die hat den Mann begraben. Alles weist du.

English (Sir Richard Jebb1, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb1, 1904)) — 67 focus

Guard

She was burying the man; thou knowest all.

English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 67 focus

Antigone

To mutual love, not hate, my nature leads,

English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 100-160 focus

Enter the Chorus on the right.

Chorus

Shaft of the sun, fairest light of all that have dawned on Thebes of the seven gates, you have shone forth at last, eye of golden day, advancing over Dirce’s streams!
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You have goaded with a sharper bit the warrior of the white shield, who came from Argos in full armor, driving him to headlong retreat.
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Chorus

He set out against our land because of the strife-filled claims of Polyneices, and like a screaming eagle he flew over into our land, covered by his snow-white wing,
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with a mass of weapons and crested helmets.
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Chorus

He paused above our dwellings; he gaped around our sevenfold portals with spears thirsting for blood; but he left

before his jaws were ever glutted with our gore, or before the Fire-god’s pine-fed flame had seized our crown of towers.
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So fierce was the crash of battle swelling about his back, a match too hard to win for the rival of the dragon.
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127

Chorus

For Zeus detests above all the boasts of a proud tongue. And when he saw them advancing in a swollen flood,

arrogant their clanging gold, he dashed with brandished fire one who was already starting to shout victory when he had reached our ramparts.
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134

Chorus

Staggered, he fell to the earth with a crash,

torch in hand, a man possessed by the frenzy of the mad attack, who just now was raging against us with the blasts of his tempestuous hate. But his threats did not fare as he had hoped, and to the other enemies mighty Ares dispensed each their own dooms with hard blows,
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Ares, our mighty ally at the turning-point.
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Chorus

For the seven captains, stationed against an equal number at the seven gates, left behind their brazen arms in tribute to Zeus the turner of battle—all but the accursed pair who, born of one father and one

mother, set against each other their spears, both victorious, and who now share in a common death.
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Chorus

But since Victory whose name is glory has come to us, smiling in joy equal to the joy of chariot-rich Thebes ,

let us make for ourselves forgetfulness after the recent wars, and visit all the temples of the gods with night-long dance and song. And may Bacchus, who shakes the earth of Thebes , rule our dancing!
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Chorus

But look, the king of the land is coming here, Creon, the son of Menoeceus, our new ruler in accordance with the new circumstances fated by the gods. What policy is he setting in motion,
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that he has proposed this special conference of elders, and summoned it by a general mandate?
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