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Ajax. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Αἴας μαστιγοφόρος First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Aiax. Lobeck Christian, editor. Berlin: Weidmann, 1866.) — 202-214 focus
ΤΕΚΜΗΣΣΑ
Ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπ’ Ἐρεχθειδᾶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
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νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς, μέγας, ὠμοκρατὴς
Αἴας θολερός
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
Ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπ’ Ἐρεχθειδᾶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
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205
νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς, μέγας, ὠμοκρατὴς
Αἴας θολερός
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
ΧΟΡΟΣ
τί δ’ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἀμερίας
νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
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210
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου Τελεύταντος,
λέγ’, ἐπεὶ σὲ, λέχος δουριάλωτον,
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας,
ὥστ’ οὐκ ἂν ἄιδρις ὑπείποις.
τί δ’ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἀμερίας
νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
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210
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου Τελεύταντος,
λέγ’, ἐπεὶ σὲ, λέχος δουριάλωτον,
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας,
ὥστ’ οὐκ ἂν ἄιδρις ὑπείποις.
Αἴας First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Fabulae. Pearson, Alfred Chilton, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1924.) — 201-213 focus
Τέκμησσα
ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπʼ Ἐρεχθειδᾶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς μέγας ὠμοκρατὴς
205
Αἴας θολερῷ
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπʼ Ἐρεχθειδᾶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς μέγας ὠμοκρατὴς
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Αἴας θολερῷ
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
Χορός
τί δʼ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἠρεμίας
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2
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νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου
σὺ Τελεύταντος,
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λέγʼ, ἐπεί σε λέχος δουριάλωτον
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας·
ὥστʼ οὐκ ἂν ἄϊδρις ὑπείποις.
τί δʼ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἠρεμίας
νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου
σὺ Τελεύταντος,
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λέγʼ, ἐπεί σε λέχος δουριάλωτον
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας·
ὥστʼ οὐκ ἂν ἄϊδρις ὑπείποις.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 201-213 focus
Τέκμησσα
ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπʼ Ἐρεχθειδῶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς μέγας ὠμοκρατὴς
205
Αἴας θολερῷ
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
ναὸς ἀρωγοὶ τῆς Αἴαντος,
γενεᾶς χθονίων ἀπʼ Ἐρεχθειδῶν,
ἔχομεν στοναχὰς οἱ κηδόμενοι
τοῦ Τελαμῶνος τηλόθεν οἴκου.
νῦν γὰρ ὁ δεινὸς μέγας ὠμοκρατὴς
205
Αἴας θολερῷ
κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
Χορός
τί δʼ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἡμερίας
νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου Τελεύταντος,
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λέγʼ, ἐπεὶ σὲ λέχος δουριάλωτον
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας·
ὥστʼ οὐκ ἂν ἄϊδρις ὑπείποις.
τί δʼ ἐνήλλακται τῆς ἡμερίας
νὺξ ἥδε βάρος;
παῖ τοῦ Φρυγίου Τελεύταντος,
210
λέγʼ, ἐπεὶ σὲ λέχος δουριάλωτον
στέρξας ἀνέχει θούριος Αἴας·
ὥστʼ οὐκ ἂν ἄϊδρις ὑπείποις.
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 190 focus
TEU
992cont2
O sorest spectacle mine eyes e’er saw!
Woe for my journey hither, of all ways
Most grievous to my heart, since I was ware,
Dear Aias, of thy doom, and sadly tracked
Thy footsteps. For there darted through the host,
As from some God, a swift report of thee
That thou wert lost in death. I, hapless, heard,
And mourned even then for that whose presence kills me.
Ay me! But come,
Unveil. Let me behold my misery.
O sight unbearable! Cruelly brave!
Dying, what store of griefs thou sow’st for me!
Where, amongst whom of mortals, can I go,
That stood not near thee in thy troublous hour?
Will Telamon, my sire and thine, receive me
With radiant countenance and favouring brow
Returning without thee? Most like! being one
Who smiles no more, yield Fortune what she may.
Will he hide aught or soften any word,
Rating the bastard of his spear-won thrall,
Whose cowardice and dastardy betrayed
Thy life, dear Aias,—or my murderous guile,
To rob thee of thy lordship and thy home?
Such greeting waits me from the man of wrath,
Whose testy age even without cause would storm.
Last, I shall leave my land a castaway,
Thrust forth an exile, and proclaimed a slave;
So should I fare at home. And here in Troy
My foes are many and my comforts few.
All these things are my portion through thy death.
Woe’s me, my heart! how shall I bear to draw thee,
O thou ill-starr’d! from this discoloured blade,
Thy self-shown slayer? Didst thou then perceive
Dead Hector was at length to be thine end?—
I pray you all, consider these two men.
Hector, whose gift from Aias was a girdle,
Tight-braced therewith to the car’s rim, was dragged
And scarified till he breathed forth his life.
And Aias with this present from his foe
Finds through such means his death-fall and his doom.
Say then what cruel workman forged the gifts,
But Fury this sharp sword, Hell that bright band?
In this, and all things human, I maintain,
Gods are the artificers. My thought is said.
And if there be who cares not for my thought,
Let him hold fast his faith and leave me mine.
O sorest spectacle mine eyes e’er saw!
Woe for my journey hither, of all ways
Most grievous to my heart, since I was ware,
Dear Aias, of thy doom, and sadly tracked
Thy footsteps. For there darted through the host,
As from some God, a swift report of thee
That thou wert lost in death. I, hapless, heard,
And mourned even then for that whose presence kills me.
Ay me! But come,
Unveil. Let me behold my misery.
O sight unbearable! Cruelly brave!
Dying, what store of griefs thou sow’st for me!
Where, amongst whom of mortals, can I go,
That stood not near thee in thy troublous hour?
Will Telamon, my sire and thine, receive me
With radiant countenance and favouring brow
Returning without thee? Most like! being one
Who smiles no more, yield Fortune what she may.
Will he hide aught or soften any word,
Rating the bastard of his spear-won thrall,
Whose cowardice and dastardy betrayed
Thy life, dear Aias,—or my murderous guile,
To rob thee of thy lordship and thy home?
Such greeting waits me from the man of wrath,
Whose testy age even without cause would storm.
Last, I shall leave my land a castaway,
Thrust forth an exile, and proclaimed a slave;
So should I fare at home. And here in Troy
My foes are many and my comforts few.
All these things are my portion through thy death.
Woe’s me, my heart! how shall I bear to draw thee,
O thou ill-starr’d! from this discoloured blade,
Thy self-shown slayer? Didst thou then perceive
Dead Hector was at length to be thine end?—
I pray you all, consider these two men.
Hector, whose gift from Aias was a girdle,
Tight-braced therewith to the car’s rim, was dragged
And scarified till he breathed forth his life.
And Aias with this present from his foe
Finds through such means his death-fall and his doom.
Say then what cruel workman forged the gifts,
But Fury this sharp sword, Hell that bright band?
In this, and all things human, I maintain,
Gods are the artificers. My thought is said.
And if there be who cares not for my thought,
Let him hold fast his faith and leave me mine.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 193 focus
Raffe dich auf von dem Size, wo du schon so lang
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Meidend Werke des Krieges, hingefesselt ruhst,
Daß dein Jammer zum Himmel flammt!
Hier toben die Feinde keck, ohne Zittern,
In säuselnden Thalbuchten,
Und ringsher zischen um dich
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Hohnlachende Zungen;
Doch zehrender Gram quält uns.
Tekmessa (tritt aus dem Zelte). Der Chor.
Raffe dich auf von dem Size, wo du schon so lang
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Meidend Werke des Krieges, hingefesselt ruhst,
Daß dein Jammer zum Himmel flammt!
Hier toben die Feinde keck, ohne Zittern,
In säuselnden Thalbuchten,
Und ringsher zischen um dich
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Hohnlachende Zungen;
Doch zehrender Gram quält uns.
Tekmessa.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 190 focus
Teucer
Art thou then destroyed?
That's strange indeed, living and dead at once.
Art thou then destroyed?
That's strange indeed, living and dead at once.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 190 focus
Tecmessa
The dreadful goddess, Pallas, sprung from Jove,
955
To grace Ulysses, gave these evils birth.
The dreadful goddess, Pallas, sprung from Jove,
955
To grace Ulysses, gave these evils birth.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 201-210 focus
Enter Tecmessa.
Tecmessa
Mates of the ship of Ajax, offspring of the race that springs from the Erechtheids, the soil’s sons, cries of grief are the portion of us who care from afar for the house of Telamon.
Ajax, our terrible, mighty lord of untamed power, now lies plagued by a turbid storm of disease.
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Mates of the ship of Ajax, offspring of the race that springs from the Erechtheids, the soil’s sons, cries of grief are the portion of us who care from afar for the house of Telamon.
Ajax, our terrible, mighty lord of untamed power, now lies plagued by a turbid storm of disease.
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Chorus
And what is the heavy change from the fortune of yesterday which this night has produced?
Daughter of Teleutas the Phrygian, speak, since for you his spear-won mate bold Ajax maintains his love, so that with some knowledge you could suggest an explanation.
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And what is the heavy change from the fortune of yesterday which this night has produced?
Daughter of Teleutas the Phrygian, speak, since for you his spear-won mate bold Ajax maintains his love, so that with some knowledge you could suggest an explanation.
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Commentary
Commentary (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))
Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
134-200. mvp-comment-100-1 The first part of the parodos consists of six anapaestic systems (ll. 134-171), during the recitation of which the Chorus pace to and fro in the orchestra, before the tent of Ajax. This long-continued movement, which betokens the restless anxiety of the mariners for their prince, also strikes a note in harmony with the feelings of the spectator, to whom the horror that is going on within has already been revealed. He knows that their dreadful apprehensions are only too true. It is followed by a strophe, antistrophe, and epode (ll. 172-200), which mark the climax of their agitation before the entrance of Tecmessa.
172-200. mvp-comment-126-1 Beginning from a dactylic movement, the ode (expressing the combination of deep sadness with eager hope) continues with trochaic, iambic, and dactylic rhythms, as follows:- ... The slow movement with frequent long syllables increases towards the close.
188-189. mvp-comment-140-1 'And if, suborning tales of their own making, the mighty kings win currency for them by false means.'