οὔτε ξιφέων ἐπίχειρα λαχοῦσ᾽·
Antigone. Sophocles. Fleischer. 1830.
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Current edition Experimental
Greek (G. Hermann, 1830) (OCR draft) (Greek) (Greek (G. Hermann, 1830))
Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.
Editions (11)
Greek (L. Benloew, 1858) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (L. Benloew, 1858)) — 814 focus
οὐκοῦν κλεινὴ καὶ ἔπαινον ἔχουσ᾽
Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Boeckh, 1884)) — 814 focus
εὐαρμάτου ἄλσος, ἔμπας
Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. H. Bothe, 1806)) — 814 focus
τὰν, κισσὸς ὡς, ἀτενὴς πετραία
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 815 focus
ἔγκληρον, οὔτ᾽ *ἐπινύμφειός πώ μέ τις ὕμνος
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Greek (A. Colonna, 1978) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Colonna, 1978)) — 814 focus
κληρον, οὔτ᾽ ἐπὶ νυμφείοις
Greek (A. Dain, 1955) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. Dain, 1955)) — 814.mvp-line-807 focus
κληρον, οὔτ’ ἐπὶ νυμφείοις
Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. D. Dawe, 1979)) — 814 focus
ἔγκληρον, οὔτ᾽ ἐπὶ νυμ-
Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (R. C. Jebb, 1906)) — 814 focus
πώ μέ τις ὕμνος ὕμνησεν,
ἀλλ᾽ Ἀχέροντι νυμφεύσω.
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Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (A. C. Pearson, 1924)) — 814.mvp-line-805 focus
ἔγκληρον, οὔτ᾽ ἐπὶ νυμ-
Antigone (OCR draft) Experimental (Antigone) — 815 focus
πώ μέ τις ὕμνος ὕμνησεν, ἀλλʼ Ἀχέροντι νυμφεύσω.
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Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (K. Reinhardt, 1949)) — 814 focus
ἔγκληρον, οὔτ᾽ ἐπὶ νυμ-
Translations (2)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 817 focus
So wandelst du dorthin, würdig des Ruhms
Und mit Ehren gekrönt, in der Todten Gemach;
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Nicht zehrende Krankheit raffte dich hin,
Noch traf dich ein Schwert, das Nache gezückt;
Nach eigener Wahl, und lebend, wie sonst
Kein Sterblicher, wallst du zum Hades.
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
So wandelst du dorthin, würdig des Ruhms
Und mit Ehren gekrönt, in der Todten Gemach;
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Nicht zehrende Krankheit raffte dich hin,
Noch traf dich ein Schwert, das Nache gezückt;
Nach eigener Wahl, und lebend, wie sonst
Kein Sterblicher, wallst du zum Hades.
Antigone.
English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb2, 1904)) — 806-880 focus
Antigone
Citizens of my fatherland, see me setting out on my last journey, looking at my last sunlight,
and never again. No, Hades who lays all to rest leads me living to
Acheron
’s shore, though I have not had my due portion of the chant that brings the bride, nor has any hymn been mine
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for the crowning of marriage. Instead the lord of
Acheron
will be my groom.
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Citizens of my fatherland, see me setting out on my last journey, looking at my last sunlight,
and never again. No, Hades who lays all to rest leads me living to
Acheron
’s shore, though I have not had my due portion of the chant that brings the bride, nor has any hymn been mine
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for the crowning of marriage. Instead the lord of
Acheron
will be my groom.
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Chorus
Then in glory and with praise you depart to that deep place of the dead, neither struck by wasting sickness,
nor having won the wages of the sword. No, guided by your own laws and still alive, unlike any mortal before, you will descend to Hades.
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Then in glory and with praise you depart to that deep place of the dead, neither struck by wasting sickness,
nor having won the wages of the sword. No, guided by your own laws and still alive, unlike any mortal before, you will descend to Hades.
820
Antigone
I have heard with my own ears how our Phrygian guest, the daughter of Tantalus, perished
in so much suffering on steep Sipylus—how, like clinging ivy, the sprouting stone subdued her. And the rains, as men tell, do not leave her melting form, nor does the snow,
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but beneath her weeping lids she dampens her collar. Most like hers is the god-sent fate that leads me to my rest.
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I have heard with my own ears how our Phrygian guest, the daughter of Tantalus, perished
in so much suffering on steep Sipylus—how, like clinging ivy, the sprouting stone subdued her. And the rains, as men tell, do not leave her melting form, nor does the snow,
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but beneath her weeping lids she dampens her collar. Most like hers is the god-sent fate that leads me to my rest.
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Chorus
Yet she was a goddess, as you know, and the offspring of gods,
while we are mortals and mortal-born. Still it is a great thing for a woman who has died to have it said of her that she shared the lot of the godlike in her life, and afterwards, in death.
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Yet she was a goddess, as you know, and the offspring of gods,
while we are mortals and mortal-born. Still it is a great thing for a woman who has died to have it said of her that she shared the lot of the godlike in her life, and afterwards, in death.
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Antigone
Ah, you mock me! In the name of our fathers’ gods,
why do you not wait to abuse me until after I have gone, and not to my face, O my city, and you, her wealthy citizens? Ah, spring of Dirce, and you holy ground of
Thebes
whose chariots are many,
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you, at least, will bear me witness how unwept by loved ones, and by what laws I go to the rock-closed prison of my unheard-of tomb! Ah, misery!
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I have no home among men or with the shades, no home with the living or with the dead.
850
Ah, you mock me! In the name of our fathers’ gods,
why do you not wait to abuse me until after I have gone, and not to my face, O my city, and you, her wealthy citizens? Ah, spring of Dirce, and you holy ground of
Thebes
whose chariots are many,
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you, at least, will bear me witness how unwept by loved ones, and by what laws I go to the rock-closed prison of my unheard-of tomb! Ah, misery!
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I have no home among men or with the shades, no home with the living or with the dead.
850
Chorus
You have rushed headlong to the far limits of daring, and against the high throne of Justice
you have fallen, my daughter, fallen heavily. But in this ordeal you are paying for some paternal crime.
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You have rushed headlong to the far limits of daring, and against the high throne of Justice
you have fallen, my daughter, fallen heavily. But in this ordeal you are paying for some paternal crime.
855
Antigone
You have touched on my most bitter thought
and moved my ever-renewed pity for my father and for the entire doom ordained for us, the famed house of Labdacus. Oh, the horrors of our mother’s bed! Oh, the slumbers of the wretched mother at the side
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of her own son, my own father! What manner of parents gave me my miserable being! It is to them that I go like this, accursed and unwed, to share their home.
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Ah, my brother, the marriage you made was doomed, and by dying you killed me still alive!
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You have touched on my most bitter thought
and moved my ever-renewed pity for my father and for the entire doom ordained for us, the famed house of Labdacus. Oh, the horrors of our mother’s bed! Oh, the slumbers of the wretched mother at the side
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of her own son, my own father! What manner of parents gave me my miserable being! It is to them that I go like this, accursed and unwed, to share their home.
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Ah, my brother, the marriage you made was doomed, and by dying you killed me still alive!
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Chorus
Your pious action shows a certain reverence, but an offence against power can no way be tolerated by him who has power in his keeping.
Your self-willed disposition is what has destroyed you.
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Your pious action shows a certain reverence, but an offence against power can no way be tolerated by him who has power in his keeping.
Your self-willed disposition is what has destroyed you.
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Antigone
Unwept, unfriended, without marriage-song, I am led in misery on this journey that cannot be put off. No longer is it permitted me, unhappy girl,
to look up at this sacred eye of the burning sun. But for my fate no tear is shed, no friend moans in sorrow.
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Unwept, unfriended, without marriage-song, I am led in misery on this journey that cannot be put off. No longer is it permitted me, unhappy girl,
to look up at this sacred eye of the burning sun. But for my fate no tear is shed, no friend moans in sorrow.
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