κεῖται χειμῶνι νοσήσας.
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
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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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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
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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
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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,
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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)) — 207 focus
MEN
Redoubted is the wrath lives on thy tongue.
Redoubted is the wrath lives on thy tongue.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 201 focus
Ihr Führer von Ajas' Schiffe, gezeugt
Aus Erechtheus' Stamm, den die Erde gebar!
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Wohl jammern wir laut, wir, liebend und treu
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Um Telamons Haus in der Ferne besorgt;
Denn Ajas, der Held, groß, riesiger Kraft,
Liegt niedergebeugt
Von dem Sturm wildwühlenden Wahnsinns.
Ihr Führer von Ajas' Schiffe, gezeugt
Aus Erechtheus' Stamm, den die Erde gebar!
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Wohl jammern wir laut, wir, liebend und treu
200
Um Telamons Haus in der Ferne besorgt;
Denn Ajas, der Held, groß, riesiger Kraft,
Liegt niedergebeugt
Von dem Sturm wildwühlenden Wahnsinns.
Der Chor.
Wie hat sich des Tages Geschick in der Nacht
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So bitter gewandt?
O sage, des Phrygers Teleutas Kind!
Du, welche der Held mit dem Speer sich errang,
Zur Geliebten erkor, du kannst es gewiß,
Dir ist es bekannt, mir verkünden.
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Wie hat sich des Tages Geschick in der Nacht
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So bitter gewandt?
O sage, des Phrygers Teleutas Kind!
Du, welche der Held mit dem Speer sich errang,
Zur Geliebten erkor, du kannst es gewiß,
Dir ist es bekannt, mir verkünden.
210
Tekmessa.
Wie sprech' ich es aus, das unsägliche Wort?
Ihr vernehmet ein Schicksal, schwer wie der Tod.
Denn in Rasen verfiel uns Ajas, der Held,
Hat nächtlich (o Graun!) mit Schmach sich befleckt.
So könnt ihr es anschau'n, drinnen im Zelt
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Von den Händen zerfleischt und gebadet in Blut,
Die geschlachteten Opfer des Mannes.
Strophe.
Wie sprech' ich es aus, das unsägliche Wort?
Ihr vernehmet ein Schicksal, schwer wie der Tod.
Denn in Rasen verfiel uns Ajas, der Held,
Hat nächtlich (o Graun!) mit Schmach sich befleckt.
So könnt ihr es anschau'n, drinnen im Zelt
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Von den Händen zerfleischt und gebadet in Blut,
Die geschlachteten Opfer des Mannes.
Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 207 focus
Teucer
{Exit.
Scene VI.
Chorus.
Chorus.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 207 focus
Teucer
992cont2
Of all the sights, which e'er my eyes beheld,
Most mournful this; 'my feet ne'er trod a path
Which led to grief, that rends the heart, like this,
Through which, O dearest Ajax, of thy death
Soon as inform'd, I follow'd thee, and traced
Thy steps; for quick through all the Grecian camp
The rumour of thy dreadful fate was spread,
As of some god: I heard it with dismay,
And distant then groan'd deep; I see it now,
And sink oppress'd with misery. Go, remove
That robe, that all the ill these eyes may view.
Oh, what a sight of horror! What a deed
Of daring desperation! What a store
Of woes hast thou in death laid up for me!
For whither, to what people can I go,
In thy distress who gave thee not my aid?
Will Telamon, the father of us both,
With gentle looks and well-affection'd mind
Receive me, without thee? Will he do this,
Who never, e'en in prosperous fortune, wore
A pleasing smile? Much rather will he give
His rage full scope, and wound me with reproach,
That from a slave, the captive of his arms,
Base-born, through cowardice and abject fear,
Or with a villain's wiles, I have betray'd
And rich possessions. Thus, to anger prompt
By nature, and through age now more severe,
He to high passions will give way, and urge
A charge against me I have not deserved ::
Thus rated as a slave shall I be driven...
An outcast from my country. This my doom
At Salamis: but on the coast of Troy
I shall find many enemies, but few
To favour me, and all this through thy death.
But how, ah wretched me! how shall I draw
Thy body from this sharp deep-piercing sword?
It vibrates in the ground. Unhappy man,
By whom art thou thus slaughter'd! Did thy thought
Conceive that e'er the fatal time would come
When Hector, though long dead, should work thy death?
Mark, by the gods, the fate of both the Chiefs:
Bound by the radiant belt, which Ajax gave,
Was Hector by the rolling chariot dragg'd
The gift of Hector, falls and lies in blood.
Did not the Furies forge that slaughtering sword,
And hell's dread monarch, ruthless artist, frame
That belt? These things I deem, and all th' events
Befalling mortal man, are by the gods
Always assign'd... Is there whose mind dissents?
Let him enjoy his thoughts: but these are mine.
Of all the sights, which e'er my eyes beheld,
Most mournful this; 'my feet ne'er trod a path
Which led to grief, that rends the heart, like this,
Through which, O dearest Ajax, of thy death
Soon as inform'd, I follow'd thee, and traced
Thy steps; for quick through all the Grecian camp
The rumour of thy dreadful fate was spread,
As of some god: I heard it with dismay,
And distant then groan'd deep; I see it now,
And sink oppress'd with misery. Go, remove
That robe, that all the ill these eyes may view.
Oh, what a sight of horror! What a deed
Of daring desperation! What a store
Of woes hast thou in death laid up for me!
For whither, to what people can I go,
In thy distress who gave thee not my aid?
Will Telamon, the father of us both,
With gentle looks and well-affection'd mind
Receive me, without thee? Will he do this,
Who never, e'en in prosperous fortune, wore
A pleasing smile? Much rather will he give
His rage full scope, and wound me with reproach,
That from a slave, the captive of his arms,
Base-born, through cowardice and abject fear,
Or with a villain's wiles, I have betray'd
And rich possessions. Thus, to anger prompt
By nature, and through age now more severe,
He to high passions will give way, and urge
A charge against me I have not deserved ::
Thus rated as a slave shall I be driven...
An outcast from my country. This my doom
At Salamis: but on the coast of Troy
I shall find many enemies, but few
To favour me, and all this through thy death.
But how, ah wretched me! how shall I draw
Thy body from this sharp deep-piercing sword?
It vibrates in the ground. Unhappy man,
By whom art thou thus slaughter'd! Did thy thought
Conceive that e'er the fatal time would come
When Hector, though long dead, should work thy death?
Mark, by the gods, the fate of both the Chiefs:
Bound by the radiant belt, which Ajax gave,
Was Hector by the rolling chariot dragg'd
The gift of Hector, falls and lies in blood.
Did not the Furies forge that slaughtering sword,
And hell's dread monarch, ruthless artist, frame
That belt? These things I deem, and all th' events
Befalling mortal man, are by the gods
Always assign'd... Is there whose mind dissents?
Let him enjoy his thoughts: but these are mine.
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 (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus
207. mvp-comment-155-1 κεῖται] • Is overthrown.' Cp. Plat. Rep. 5. p. 451 Α, κείσομαι, περὶ ἃ ἥκιστα δεῖ σφάλλεσθαι. νοσήσας] ‘Having fallen into madness.' The aorist expresses the suddenness of the stroke.