κόμπος πάρεστι κοὐκ ἀπαρνοῦμαι τὸ μή.
Ajax. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Αἴας μαστιγοφόρος First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Aiax. Lobeck Christian, editor. Berlin: Weidmann, 1866.) — 172-201 focus
str.
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ΧΟΡΟΣ
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ᾖ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις,
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς,
ὥρμασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
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ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσ’, ἀδώροις εἴτ’ ὲλαφηβολἐαις.
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ ἥντιν’ Ἐννυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων
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ξυνοῦ δορὸς, ἐννυχίοις μαχαναῖς
ἐτίσατο λώβαν.
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ᾖ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις,
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς,
ὥρμασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
175
ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσ’, ἀδώροις εἴτ’ ὲλαφηβολἐαις.
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ ἥντιν’ Ἐννυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων
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ξυνοῦ δορὸς, ἐννυχίοις μαχαναῖς
ἐτίσατο λώβαν.
ant.
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ΧΟΡΟΣ
1
Οὐ, τοτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γ’ ἐπ’ ἀριστερὰ,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
τόσσον ὲν ποίμναις πίτνων·
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ἥκοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλ’ ἀπερύκοι
καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν ·
εἰ δ’ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
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μὴ, μή μ’, ἄναξ,
ἔθ’ ὦδ’ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις ὄμμ’ ἔχων
κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
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Οὐ, τοτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γ’ ἐπ’ ἀριστερὰ,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
τόσσον ὲν ποίμναις πίτνων·
185
ἥκοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλ’ ἀπερύκοι
καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν ·
εἰ δ’ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
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μὴ, μή μ’, ἄναξ,
ἔθ’ ὦδ’ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις ὄμμ’ ἔχων
κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
ep.
ΧΟΡΟΣ
1
Ἀλλ’ ἄνα ἐς ἐδράνων, ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδ’ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ
195
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων
ἐχθρῶν δ’ ὕβρις ὧδ’ ἀτάρβηθ’
ὁρμᾶται ὲν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καγχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
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ἐμοὶ δ’ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
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Ἀλλ’ ἄνα ἐς ἐδράνων, ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδ’ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ
195
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων
ἐχθρῶν δ’ ὕβρις ὧδ’ ἀτάρβηθ’
ὁρμᾶται ὲν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καγχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
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ἐμοὶ δ’ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
Αἴας First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Fabulae. Pearson, Alfred Chilton, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1924.) — 172-200 focus
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Χορός
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ἦ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις,
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς, ὥρ-
μασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
175
ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσʼ, ἀδώροις εἴτʼ ἐλαφαβολίαις;
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ εἴ τινʼ Ἐνυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων ξυνοῦ δορὸς ἐννυχίοις
180
μαχαναῖς ἐτείσατο λώβαν;
1
ἦ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις,
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς, ὥρ-
μασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
175
ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσʼ, ἀδώροις εἴτʼ ἐλαφαβολίαις;
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ εἴ τινʼ Ἐνυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων ξυνοῦ δορὸς ἐννυχίοις
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μαχαναῖς ἐτείσατο λώβαν;
ant.
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Χορός
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οὔποτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γʼ ἐπʼ ἀριστερά,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
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τόσσον ἐν ποίμναις πίτνων· ἥ-
κοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλʼ ἀπερύκοι
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καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν.
εἰ δʼ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς,
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
μὴ μηκέτʼ, ὦναξ, ὧδʼ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις
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ὄμμʼ ἔχων κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
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οὔποτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γʼ ἐπʼ ἀριστερά,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
τόσσον ἐν ποίμναις πίτνων· ἥ-
κοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλʼ ἀπερύκοι
185
καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν.
εἰ δʼ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς,
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
μὴ μηκέτʼ, ὦναξ, ὧδʼ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις
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ὄμμʼ ἔχων κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
ep.
Χορός
ἀλλʼ ἄνα ἐξ ἑδράνων
ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδʼ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ,
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων.
195
ἐχθρῶν δʼ ὕβρις ὧδʼ ἀτάρβητα
ὁρμᾶτʼ ἐν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
ἐμοὶ δʼ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
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ἀλλʼ ἄνα ἐξ ἑδράνων
ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδʼ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ,
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων.
195
ἐχθρῶν δʼ ὕβρις ὧδʼ ἀτάρβητα
ὁρμᾶτʼ ἐν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
ἐμοὶ δʼ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 172-200 focus
Χορός
ἦ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις—
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς—
ὥρμασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
175
ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσʼ, ἀδώροις, εἴτʼ ἐλαφαβολίας;
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ μή τινʼ Ἐνυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων ξυνοῦ δορὸς ἐννυχίοις
180
μαχαναῖς ἐτίσατο λώβαν;
ἦ ῥά σε Ταυροπόλα Διὸς Ἄρτεμις—
ὦ μεγάλα φάτις, ὦ
μᾶτερ αἰσχύνας ἐμᾶς—
ὥρμασε πανδάμους ἐπὶ βοῦς ἀγελαίας,
175
ἦ πού τινος νίκας ἀκάρπωτον χάριν,
ἤ ῥα κλυτῶν ἐνάρων
ψευσθεῖσʼ, ἀδώροις, εἴτʼ ἐλαφαβολίας;
ἢ χαλκοθώραξ μή τινʼ Ἐνυάλιος
μομφὰν ἔχων ξυνοῦ δορὸς ἐννυχίοις
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μαχαναῖς ἐτίσατο λώβαν;
Χορός
οὔ ποτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γʼ ἐπʼ ἀριστερά,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
τόσσον, ἐν ποίμναις πίτνων·
185
ἥκοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλʼ ἀπερύκοι
καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν.
εἰ δʼ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
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μὴ μή, ἄναξ, ἔθʼ ὧδʼ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις
ὄμμʼ ἔχων κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
οὔ ποτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γʼ ἐπʼ ἀριστερά,
παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας
τόσσον, ἐν ποίμναις πίτνων·
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ἥκοι γὰρ ἂν θεία νόσος· ἀλλʼ ἀπερύκοι
καὶ Ζεὺς κακὰν καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀργείων φάτιν.
εἰ δʼ ὑποβαλλόμενοι
κλέπτουσι μύθους οἱ μεγάλοι βασιλῆς
ἢ τᾶς ἀσώτου Σισυφιδᾶν γενεᾶς,
190
μὴ μή, ἄναξ, ἔθʼ ὧδʼ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις
ὄμμʼ ἔχων κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.
Χορός
ἀλλʼ ἄνα ἐξ ἑδράνων, ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδʼ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων.
195
ἐχθρῶν δʼ ὕβρις ὧδʼ ἀτάρβητα
ὁρμᾶται ἐν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καγχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
ἐμοὶ δʼ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
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ἀλλʼ ἄνα ἐξ ἑδράνων, ὅπου μακραίωνι
στηρίζει ποτὲ τᾷδʼ ἀγωνίῳ σχολᾷ
ἄταν οὐρανίαν φλέγων.
195
ἐχθρῶν δʼ ὕβρις ὧδʼ ἀτάρβητα
ὁρμᾶται ἐν εὐανέμοις βάσσαις,
πάντων καγχαζόντων
γλώσσαις βαρυάλγητα·
ἐμοὶ δʼ ἄχος ἕστακεν.
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Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 96 focus
CH
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From thine own spirit, Aias, all may tell,
That utterance came, and none have prompted thee.
Yet stay thy hurrying thought, and by thy friends
Be ruled to loose this burden from thy mind.
From thine own spirit, Aias, all may tell,
That utterance came, and none have prompted thee.
Yet stay thy hurrying thought, and by thy friends
Be ruled to loose this burden from thy mind.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 101 focus
Gut; welches Schicksal aber traf Laertes' Sohn?
Was thatst du diesem? Oder ist er dir entfloh'n?
Gut; welches Schicksal aber traf Laertes' Sohn?
Was thatst du diesem? Oder ist er dir entfloh'n?
Ajas.
Nach jenem schlau durchtriebnen Fuchse fragst du mich?
Nach jenem schlau durchtriebnen Fuchse fragst du mich?
Athene.
Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.
Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.
Ajas.
Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang,
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Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.
Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang,
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Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.
Athene.
Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?
Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?
Ajas.
Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -
Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -
Athene.
Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?
Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?
Ajas.
Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort!
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Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort!
110
Athene.
nicht so grausam schalte mit dem armen Mann!
nicht so grausam schalte mit dem armen Mann!
Ajas.
Gern' stell' ich alles Andre dir, o Pallas, heim;
Doch also büßt der seine Schuld, und anders nicht!
Gern' stell' ich alles Andre dir, o Pallas, heim;
Doch also büßt der seine Schuld, und anders nicht!
Athene.
Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun,
Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht!
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Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun,
Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht!
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Ajas.
Ich geh' an's Werk, doch Eines bitt' ich noch von dir:
Wie heute, sei mir allezeit hülfreich gesellt!
Athene. Odysseus.
(ab in das Zelt.)
Ich geh' an's Werk, doch Eines bitt' ich noch von dir:
Wie heute, sei mir allezeit hülfreich gesellt!
Athene.
Du siehst, Odysseus, wie der Götter Macht so groß:
Wer ward erfunden weiser einst, als dieser Mann,
Volführte besser, was der Augenblick gebot?
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Du siehst, Odysseus, wie der Götter Macht so groß:
Wer ward erfunden weiser einst, als dieser Mann,
Volführte besser, was der Augenblick gebot?
120
Odysseus.
Ich wüßte keinen Andern, und mich jammert sein,
Des Armen, ob mich feindlich auch sein Haß verfolgt,
Daß ihn die grausam herbe Noth gebunden hält.
Denn mehr auf ihn nicht schau' ich, als auf mein Geschick.
Wir alle, die wir leben, sind nichts Anderes,
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Als Scheingestalten, als ein flüchtig Schattenbild.
Ich wüßte keinen Andern, und mich jammert sein,
Des Armen, ob mich feindlich auch sein Haß verfolgt,
Daß ihn die grausam herbe Noth gebunden hält.
Denn mehr auf ihn nicht schau' ich, als auf mein Geschick.
Wir alle, die wir leben, sind nichts Anderes,
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Als Scheingestalten, als ein flüchtig Schattenbild.
Athene.
Auf solches achtend, rede denn niemals ein Wort
Des Uebermuthes wider uns Unsterbliche,
Noch blähe dich voll Dünkel, wenn du mehr an Kraft,
An goldnen Schäzen mehr gewannst als Andere.
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Ein kurzer Tag senkt nieder alles Menschenwerk,
Und hebt es wieder; aber nur dem frommen Mann
Sind hold die Götter, und den Bösen hassen sie.
(Athene verschwindet; Odysseus geht ab; der Chor tritt auf.)
Auf solches achtend, rede denn niemals ein Wort
Des Uebermuthes wider uns Unsterbliche,
Noch blähe dich voll Dünkel, wenn du mehr an Kraft,
An goldnen Schäzen mehr gewannst als Andere.
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Ein kurzer Tag senkt nieder alles Menschenwerk,
Und hebt es wieder; aber nur dem frommen Mann
Sind hold die Götter, und den Bösen hassen sie.
Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 96 focus
Ajax
Scene III.
Bring him this way : for if he be the son
Will not aflright him ; he must learn like me
In earliest years the savage laws of war,
And be inured to scenes of death and slaughter.
Mayst thou, my boy, be happier than thy fatlier !
In all things elt^e it will be no disgrace
To copy me : I envy thee, my child,
For that thou seest not thy own wretchedness ;
The happiness of Kfe is not to know.
Thy ignorance will keep thee free from pain,
Till time shall teach thee what it is to grieye
And to rejoice ; then must thou show thy foes
From whom thou art descended. May the breath
Of life meantime nourish thy tender frame,
That thou mayst prove a comfort to thy mother !
I know there's not a Grecian that will dare
Insult thee when thy father is no more ;
For I shall leave thee to the best of guardians.
The faithful Teucer, who far from thee now,
Sent forth by Greece, repels the invading foe.
Of you, my friends, companions of the war,
The only boon I ask is, that ye urge
This last request to Teucer : say, I begged
That straight to Telamon and Eribcea,
My aged parents, he would bear my child,
To be the joy of their declining years,
Till death shall call them to the shades below.
Let not my arms by Greece, or by that plague
Bring him this way : for if he be the son
Will not aflright him ; he must learn like me
In earliest years the savage laws of war,
And be inured to scenes of death and slaughter.
Mayst thou, my boy, be happier than thy fatlier !
In all things elt^e it will be no disgrace
To copy me : I envy thee, my child,
For that thou seest not thy own wretchedness ;
The happiness of Kfe is not to know.
Thy ignorance will keep thee free from pain,
Till time shall teach thee what it is to grieye
And to rejoice ; then must thou show thy foes
From whom thou art descended. May the breath
Of life meantime nourish thy tender frame,
That thou mayst prove a comfort to thy mother !
I know there's not a Grecian that will dare
Insult thee when thy father is no more ;
For I shall leave thee to the best of guardians.
The faithful Teucer, who far from thee now,
Sent forth by Greece, repels the invading foe.
Of you, my friends, companions of the war,
The only boon I ask is, that ye urge
This last request to Teucer : say, I begged
That straight to Telamon and Eribcea,
My aged parents, he would bear my child,
To be the joy of their declining years,
Till death shall call them to the shades below.
Let not my arms by Greece, or by that plague
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 96 focus
Tecmessa
410
What grief is mine that so renown'd a Chief
410
Should speak a language till this hour unheard!
What grief is mine that so renown'd a Chief
410
Should speak a language till this hour unheard!
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 172-200 focus
Chorus
Was it Artemis ruler of bulls, Zeus’s daughter, that drove you, O powerful Rumor, O mother of my shame,
drove you against the herds of all our people? Was she exacting retribution, perhaps, for a victory that had paid her no tribute, whether it was because she had been cheated of the glory of captured arms, or because a stag had been slain without gifts for recompense? Or can the bronze-cuirassed Lord of War
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have had some cause for anger arising out of an alliance of spears, and taken vengeance for the outrage by contrivance shrouded in night?
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Was it Artemis ruler of bulls, Zeus’s daughter, that drove you, O powerful Rumor, O mother of my shame,
drove you against the herds of all our people? Was she exacting retribution, perhaps, for a victory that had paid her no tribute, whether it was because she had been cheated of the glory of captured arms, or because a stag had been slain without gifts for recompense? Or can the bronze-cuirassed Lord of War
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have had some cause for anger arising out of an alliance of spears, and taken vengeance for the outrage by contrivance shrouded in night?
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Chorus
For never of your own heart alone, son of Telamon, would you have gone so far down the sinister path
as to fall upon the flocks. When the gods send madness, it cannot but reach its target, but may Zeus and Phoebus avert the evil rumor of the Greeks!
And if it is the great kings who slander you with their furtive stories,
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or if it is he born of the abject line of Sisyphus, do not, my king, do not win me an evil name by keeping your face still hidden in the tent by the sea.
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For never of your own heart alone, son of Telamon, would you have gone so far down the sinister path
as to fall upon the flocks. When the gods send madness, it cannot but reach its target, but may Zeus and Phoebus avert the evil rumor of the Greeks!
And if it is the great kings who slander you with their furtive stories,
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And if it is the great kings who slander you with their furtive stories,
or if it is he born of the abject line of Sisyphus, do not, my king, do not win me an evil name by keeping your face still hidden in the tent by the sea.
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Chorus
Come now, up from your seat, wherever you are settled in this long-lived pause from battle
and are making the flame of disaster blaze up to the sky! The violent insolence of your enemies rushes fearlessly about in the breezy glens, while the tongues of all the army cackle out a load of grief.
195
For me, sorrow stands firmly planted.
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Come now, up from your seat, wherever you are settled in this long-lived pause from battle
and are making the flame of disaster blaze up to the sky! The violent insolence of your enemies rushes fearlessly about in the breezy glens, while the tongues of all the army cackle out a load of grief.
195
For me, sorrow stands firmly planted.
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