Sophocles Ajax 134

Thomas Francklin (Translator)

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Sad news indeed thou bringst of that brave
man :
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Ajax. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.

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Editions (4)
Αἴας μαστιγοφόρος First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Aiax. Lobeck Christian, editor. Berlin: Weidmann, 1866.) — 172-201 focus
Αἴας First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Fabulae. Pearson, Alfred Chilton, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1924.) — 172-200 focus
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 134 focus
Τελαμώνιε παῖ, τῆς ἀμφιρύτου
Σαλαμῖνος ἔχων βάθρον ἀγχιάλου,
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 172-200 focus
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 134 focus
Telamonian child, whose hand
Guards our wave-encircled land,
Salamis that breasts the sea,
Good of thine is joy to me;
But if One who reigns above
Smite thee, or if murmurs move
From fierce Danaäns in their hate
Full of threatening to thy state,
All my heart for fear doth sigh,
Shrinking like a dove’s soft eye.
Hardly had the darkness waned,
When our ears were filled and pained
With huge scandal on thy fame.
Telling, thine the arm that came
To the cattle-browsèd mead,
Wild with prancing of the steed,
And that ravaged there and slew
With a sword of fiery hue
All the spoils that yet remain,
By the sweat of spearmen ta’en.
Such report against thy life,
Whispered words with falsehood rife,
Wise Odysseus bringing near
Shrewdly gaineth many an ear:
Since invention against thee
Findeth hearing speedily,
Tallying with the moment’s birth;
And with loudly waxing mirth
Heaping insult on thy grief,
Each who hears it glories more
Than the tongue that told before.
Every slander wins belief
Aimed at souls whose worth is chief:
Shot at me, or one so small,
Such a bolt might harmless fall.
Ever toward the great and high
Creepeth climbing jealousy
Yet the low without the tall
Make at need a tottering wall
Let the strong the feeble save
And the mean support the brave.
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Ah! ’twere vain to tune such song
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’Mid the nought discerning throng
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Who are clamouring now ’gainst thee
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Long and loud, and strengthless we,
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Mighty chieftain, thou away,
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To withstand the gathering fray
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Flocking fowl with carping cry
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Seem they, lurking from thine eye,
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Till the royal eagle’s poise
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Overawe the paltry noise
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Till before thy presence hushed
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Sudden sink they, mute and crushed.
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Did bull slaying Artemis, Zeus’ cruel daughter
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(Ah, fearful rumour, fountain of my shame!)
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Prompt thy fond heart to this disastrous slaughter
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Of the full herd stored in our army’s name!
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Say, had her blood stained temple missed the kindness
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Of some vow promised fruit of victory,
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Foiled of some glorious armour through thy blindness,
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Or fell some stag ungraced by gift from thee?
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Or did stern Ares venge his thankless spear
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Through this night foray that hath cost thee dear!
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For never, if thy heart were not distracted
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By stings from Heaven, O child of Telamon,
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Wouldst thou have bounded leftward, to have acted
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Thus wildly, spoiling all our host hath won!
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Madness might fall some heavenly power forfend it
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But if Odysseus and the tyrant lords
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Suggest a forged tale, O rise to end it,
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Nor fan the fierce flame of their withering words!
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Forth from thy tent, and let thine eye confound
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The brood of Sisyphus that would thee wound!
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Too long hast thou been fixed in grim repose,
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Heightening the haughty malice of thy foes,
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That, while thou porest by the sullen sea,
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Through breezy glades advanceth fearlessly,
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A mounting blaze with crackling laughter fed
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From myriad throats; whence pain and sorrow bred
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Within my bosom are establishèd.
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German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 134 focus
Telamonischer Sohn, der Salamis' Höh'n 1
Am ringsumwogten Gestade beherrscht,
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Ich freue mich, lächelt das Glück dir.
Doch wann Zeus' Groll und ein zorniges Wort
Aus Danaermunde dich feindlich betraf,
Da faßt mich die Angst, ich erbebe vor Furcht,
Wie das Auge des flatternden Täubchens. 2
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So hat von der jüngst entschwundenen Nacht
Uns mächtiger Schreck und Entsezen erfüllt
Bei dem schmähenden Ruf, du hab'st in der Au,
In der Rosse Gefild' einstürmend, dem Heer
Das erbeutete Vieh,
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Das übrig allein von dem Raube noch war,
Mit flammendem Eisen gemordet.
Solch höhnende Reden ersinnt uns keck,
Und zischelt Odysseus Allen in's Ohr,
Und sie glauben ihm leicht; denn er meldet von dir,
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Was gerne man glaubt, und wer es vernimmt,
Der freut sich noch mehr, denn der es erzählt,
Treibt Spott mit deiner Bedrängniß.
Denn send' auf mächtige Geister den Pfeil,
Nie fehlst du das Ziel; wer aber von uns
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Solch Arges erzählt, dem glauben sie nicht.
Stets kriecht ja der Neid an die Großen heran.
Und dennoch sind, von den Großen getrennt,
Die Geringen der Burg ein betrüglicher Schuz;
Mit dem Großen ja hebt der Geringe sich leicht,
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Und der Große, gestüzt von dem Kleinen, empor.
Doch ist es unmöglich, der Thoren Geschlecht
Von diesem Gesez zu belehren.
Solch alberner Männer Geschrei stürmt, Herr,
Auf dich, und uns ward nimmer die Kraft,
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Dawider zu steh'n, so gesondert von dir.
Denn, flohen sie dir aus den Blicken hinweg,
Dann tosen sie laut, wie Vögel im Schwarm;
Doch bebten sie scheu vor dem mächtigen Aar,
Und verkröchen, sobald du plözlich erschienst,
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Sich alsbald schweigend und lautlos.
Strophe.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 134 focus
O son of Telamon, whose ample sway
Deep-rooted in the sea, that rolls around,
The strong based shores of Salamis obey,
When with success and glory thou art crown'd
My heart beats high with joy: but when the hand
Of angry Jove afflicts thee, or thy fame
Greece taints with envious and malignant blame,
I fear, I tremble like the fluttering dove...
Such terrors now around us blackening stand:
For slander says that o'er the pastured plain
By thee this night the flocks, the herds were slain,
Spoils of the ravaged vales, (O deed abhorr'd!)
Slain by thy flaming sword.
Such tales Ulysses with insidious art
Against thee forms, and whispers in each ear;
His specious fictions all believe who hear,
Feeling more joy than cheers th' inventor's heart,
And with malicious insults mocks thy woes.
Who wings his shafts against the great and high,
Unerring to the mark beholds them fly:
'Gainst me their aim they lose.
Envy crawls on, the potent keen to wound;
Yet, when the hour brings danger forth, the low
Without them are a tottering bulwark found;
These in the great their strong protectors know,
The great by these protected firmly stand.
But to th' insensate wisdom speaks in vain :
Such this tumultuous train,
And to repel their insults weak our hand,
Weak without thee: for now, escaped thy sight,
Like flocks of birds they scream, and vex the ear:
Wou'dst thou, O king, appear,
With awe they view the lordly vulture's flight,
And all their clamorous cries are hush'd through fear.
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Thee hath the Virgin Huntress sprung from Jove,
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Whose altars o'er the Scythian Taurus flame,
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(O wild report, thou parent of our shame !)
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Urged 'mongst the herds with slaughtering rage to rove,
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To her no honours for some conquest paid?
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Didst thou the glorious spoils of war detain?
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Were her loved hinds beneath thy arrows slain,
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As fearless o'er some hallow'd vale they stray'd?
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Did the stern god, that in th' ensanguin'd field
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Lifts high his blazing shield,
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In vengeance send, defrauded of his right,
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The frenzy of the night?
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For never, did thy sense its seat maintain,
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O son of Telamon, with rage possest
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Wou'dst thou spread carnage o'er the pastured plain.
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Heav'n-sent this wild disease hath fired thy breast.
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O Phœbus, and thou ruler of the sky,
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Avert this ill report! To blast thy fame
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If the great kings, and chiefs of mighty name,
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In secret basely forge this calumny,
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Or he of the accurst Sisyphian race,
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Yield not to the disgrace;
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Nor, thine eye fix'd within thy naval tent,
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The vile report augment.
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Rise, king of Salamis, assert thy fame:
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Why to thy seat thus fixed? Thy long delay
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Adds to this heav'n-sent mischief fiercer flame.
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For uncontroll'd the insults of thy foes,
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Like fires exposed to winds, now force their way.
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No bounds the spreading slander knows;
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From tongue to tongue the taunts, the mockings roll;
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And anguish rends my soul.
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English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 172-200 focus

Commentary

Commentary (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))

mvp-comment-103-1 Τελαμώνιε παῖ 1

mvp-comment-103-2 Σαλαμῖνος 2 βάθρον 3

mvp-comment-103-3 τῆς ἀμφιρύτου Σαλαμῖνος … ἀγχιάλου 4 τῆς ἀμφιρύτου 5 ἀγχιάλου 6

mvp-comment-103-4

ἀγχίαλος
was properly said of a place on the sea-coast ( Il. 2. 640
Χαλκίδα τ’ ἀγχίαλον
). In Aesch. Pers. 888 it is a mere general epithet for islands (Lemnos, Icaros, etc.). Here, in the Athenian poet's mind, it has its proper sense, for he is thinking of Salamis as a fringe of the Attic coast; and it is again the Athenian's point of view which interprets the true relation of
ἀγχιάλου
to
ἀμφιρύτου
.

mvp-comment-103-5 ἔχων 7

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.

134. mvp-comment-101-1 Τελαμώνιε] Cp. Pind. Pyth. 2. 35, ὦ Δεινομένειε παῖ.

135. mvp-comment-102-1 ἔχων] ‘Lord of-.' Cp. Pind. Nem. 4. 78, Αἴας Σαλαμῖν ἔχει πατρώαν. ἀγχιάλου] 'Seaward.' The ancient town of Salamis was on the side of the island towards the open sea, Strabo, 9, p. 393. Cp. Pind. Ol. 10. 99, εἰναλία τ' Έλευσις : Aesch. Pers. 887.