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Ajax
430

Ah me! what heart could e'er conceive the thought
430

That Misery and Ajax should be found
430

So near allied! My very name conveys
430

The sound of woe, connected with such ills.
430

My father, 'midst the martial host of Greece
430

First in renown, and for his noble deeds
430

Graced with the prize of honour, to his house
430

Bore from this land of Ida all that arms
430

Could give of glorious boast. But I his son,
430

To the same fields of Troy with no less strength
430

Advancing, deeds as noble by my hands
430

Achieved, dishonour'd by the Argives lie,
430

And perish thus. Yet well am I assured
430

If now Achilles lived t' adjudge his arms.s
430

The prize of valour and exalted worth,
430

No man would take them from me: but the sons
430

Of Atreus, slighting my illustrious deeds,
430

Assign them to a wretch expert in wiles.
430

Had not my cheated eye, had not my sense
430

Perverted led me from my purpose wide,
430

Such judgment never had they giv'n again.
430

But now the dauntless goddess sprung from Jove,
430

Bearing the terrors of her gorgon shield,
430

E'en when my hand was raised against them, spread
430

Illusion round me, and my sensé disturb'd
430

With frenzy, that amidst the herds I stain'd
430

My hands with blood, whilst they, against my will
430

Escaped, deride me. If th' immortal gods
430

Oppose him, e'en the dastard shall escape...
430

The brave man's vengeance. Me what now behoves?
430

'Gainst me the hatred of the gods is shown,
430

The Grecian camp abhors me, and all Troy
430

Is hostile to me, and these fields around.
430

Shall I then quit this naval station, leave
430

The sons of Atreus, and my homeward course
430

Steer o'er th' Ægean sea? But with what eye
430

Shall I behold my father? how present
430

Myself before him? Will he bear my sight
430

Thus naked, with no martial honours graced,
430

Whose ample crown of glory he obtain'd?
430

It is not to be borne. What if I rush
430

Against the Trojan rampires, and alone
430

Their pow'rs assaulting, after noble deeds
430

Perform'd, find there an honourable death?
430

Thus I should cause the sons of Atreus joy.
430

This must not be: some means must be emprised
430

To show my aged father that his son
430

Glows with the spirit of his high-born race.
430

For base his mind, who wishes length of life,
430

When ills, that hope no change, enclose him round.
430

What pleasure brings the day, which only adds
430

A day to life, for such a little space
430

Removing death? Him lightly I esteem,
430

Who with vain hopes deludes his glowing heart.
430

To live with glory, or with glory die,
430

This is the brave man's part. You have my thoughts.
430

Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.

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Αἴας μαστιγοφόρος First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Aiax. Lobeck Christian, editor. Berlin: Weidmann, 1866.) — 172-201 focus

str. 1

ΧΟΡΟΣ

1

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
180

ξυνοῦ δορὸς, ἐννυχίοις μαχαναῖς

ἐτίσατο λώβαν.

ant. 1

ΧΟΡΟΣ

1

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,
190

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·
200

200 ἐμοὶ δ’ ἄχος ἕστακεν.

Αἴας First1KGreek (Sophocles. Sophoclis Fabulae. Pearson, Alfred Chilton, editor. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1924.) — 172-200 focus

str. 1

Χορός

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
180

μαχαναῖς ἐτείσατο λώβαν;

ant. 1

Χορός

1

οὔποτε γὰρ φρενόθεν γʼ ἐπʼ ἀριστερά,

παῖ Τελαμῶνος, ἔβας

¹²³⁴⁵⁶⁷⁸⁹¹⁰¹¹

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
190

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.
200

Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 99 focus

τεθνᾶσιν ἄνδρες ἄνδρες, ὡς τὸ σὸν ξυνῆκ᾽ ἐγώ,

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;

182

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,
190

μὴ μή, ἄναξ, ἔθʼ ὧδʼ ἐφάλοις κλισίαις

ὄμμʼ ἔχων κακὰν φάτιν ἄρῃ.

193

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.
200

Translations (4)

English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 99 focus

AI

My praise she shall not miss, if she perform

My bidding with firm heart, and fail not here.

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?

Ajas.

Nach jenem schlau durchtriebnen Fuchse fragst du mich?

Athene.

Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.

Ajas.

Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang,
105

Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.

Athene.

Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?

Ajas.

Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -

Athene.

Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?

Ajas.

Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort!
110

Athene.

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!

Athene.

Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun,

Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht!
115

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.)

Athene.

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,
125

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.
130

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.)

Der Chor.

English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 99 focus

Tecmessa

Alas ! my lord.
585

What wilt thou do ?
585

Be silent, and be wise ; it will become thee.
585

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
175

have had some cause for anger arising out of an alliance of spears, and taken vengeance for the outrage by contrivance shrouded in night?
180

182

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,
185

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.
190

193

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.
200

Commentary

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

mvp-comment-263-1 ἂν … ᾤεθ’ ¹

mvp-comment-263-2 ἐπώνυμον ² ξυνοίσειν ³

mvp-comment-263-3 Pindar adopts the derivation of

Αἴας

from

αἰετός

: I. 5. 53

καί νιν ὄρνιχος φανέντος κέκλετ’ ἐπώνυμον εὐρυβίαν Αἴαντα

. This was the popular etymology (schol. Apoll. Rh. 1. 1289 ; schol. Theocr. 13. 37 : Apollod. 3. 12 § 7 ). But the association of

Αἴας

with

αἶ αἶ

appears in the legend that a hyacinth (on whose petals the letters AI were supposed to be legible, Moschus 3. 6) sprang from the blood of Ajax, as it had sprung from that of Hyacinthus: Ov. Met. 13. 397:

Littera communis mediis pueroque viroque | Inscripta est foliis; haec nominis (Ajax), illa querelae

(the wail of Hyacinthus).

mvp-comment-263-4 So Odysseus was associated with

ὀδύσσομαι

( Od. 1. 62

τί νύ οἱ τόσον ὠδύσαο, Ζεῦ

; imitated by Soph. , fr. 880): Pentheus, with

πένθος

( Eur. Bacch. 507 ): Polyneices, with

νεῖκος

( Aesch. Th. 577 , etc., Soph. Ant. 110 f.): Meleager, with

μελέα ἄγρα

( Eur. fr. 517): Sidêro with

σίδηρος

( Soph. fr. 597): and Helen is

ἐλέναυς

, etc. ( Aesch. Ag. 689 ).

mvp-comment-263-5 Such play on names did not seem to the Greeks unworthy of grave poetry, because to them the omens conveyed by words (

ὀμφαί, κληδόνες

) were so serious. In modern poetry, too, it has sometimes been used with tragic pathos. Thus Dante Purg. XIII. 109

Savia non fui, avvegna che Sapía Fossi chiamata:

and Shakesp. Rich. II. act 2 sc. 1. 73 (Gaunt)

O how that name befits my composition! | Old Gaunt indeed; and gaunt in being old

etc. The king asks,

Can sick men play so nicely with their names? No

, is the reply,

misery makes sport to mock itself.

mvp-comment-263-6 The real etymology of

Αἴας

is uncertain. Vase-inscriptions show that the original form was

Αἴvας

, and Sonne (in Kuhn's Zeitschr. 10 p. 126) compares Indog. aiva, Skr. eva (‘course’)—a derivation which Brugmann approves ( Stud. z. griech. u. lat. Gramm. 4. 180). The sense, ‘swift runner,’ would suit

Οἰλῆος ταχὺς Αἴας

better than the son of Telamon: and it is not improbable (as Fleischer suggests in Roscher's Lex.p. 139) that the names of the two heroes, though identical in form, were of distinct origin.

Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Commentary (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) focus

430. mvp-comment-293-1 For a ῥῆσις similarly following μέλη ἀπὸ σκηνῆς, cp. El. 254 foll.; Trach. 1046 foll.; O. T. 1369 foll.; O. C. 258 foll. Ajax, in his solitude (for he hardly feels the presence of Tecmessa) in passing to a more collected mood, first utters the note of sadness, and then is struck by the correspondence of the repeated syllable with his own name. Many poets have observed how the mind in moments of intense feeling becomes engaged with trifles:- 'Strange, that the mind, when fraught With a passion so intense One would think that it well Might drown all life in the eye That it should, by being so overwrought, Suddenly strike on a sharper sense For a shell, or a flower, little things, Which else would have been past by.' TENNYSON's Maud. The cry of woe, alaî, sounds to Ajax like the reverberation of his name, and with the superstitious feeling which attached to words casually spoken, he dwells on the resemblance. 'Ay me! -Who ever could have thought that my name would thus be the appropriate expression for my woes?' Cp. esp. Fr. 877, ὀρθῶς δ' Ὀδυσσεύς εἰμ', ἐπώνυμος κακοῖς· | πολλοὶ γὰρ ὠδύσαντο δυσμενεῖς ἐμοί. And see Essay on L. § 44. p. 83, Lersch, Sprach-philosophie, vol. 3. pp. 3 foll. ἐπώνυμον supplements the predication of ξυνοίσειν, 'Agree in the way of naming.' (The conj. ξυνάσειν, although ingenious, is quite unnecessary.)

Sophocles Ajax 99

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AI

My praise she shall not miss, if she perform

My bidding with firm heart, and fail not here.

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?

Athene.

Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.

Ajas.

Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang,
105

Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.

Athene.

Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?

Ajas.

Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -

Athene.

Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?

Ajas.

Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort!
110

Athene.

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!

Athene.

Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun,

Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht!
115

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.)

Athene.

Du siehst, Odysseus, wie der Götter Macht so groß:

Wer ward erfunden weiser einst, als dieser Mann,

Volführte besser, was der Augenblick gebot?
120

Der Chor.

Tecmessa

Alas ! my lord.
585

What wilt thou do ?
585

Be silent, and be wise ; it will become thee.
585

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AI My praise she shall not miss, if she perform My bidding with firm heart, and fail not here.

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?

Athene. Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.

Ajas. Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang, 105 Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.

Athene. Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?

Ajas. Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -

Athene. Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?

Ajas. Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort! 110

Athene. 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!

Athene. Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun, Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht! 115

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.)

Athene. Du siehst, Odysseus, wie der Götter Macht so groß: Wer ward erfunden weiser einst, als dieser Mann, Volführte besser, was der Augenblick gebot? 120

Der Chor.

Tecmessa Alas ! my lord. 585 What wilt thou do ? 585 Be silent, and be wise ; it will become thee. 585

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Stable identifiers

AI

My praise she shall not miss, if she perform

My bidding with firm heart, and fail not here.

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?

Athene.

Ja wohl; Odysseus mein' ich, der dein Gegner iſt.

Ajas.

Der sizt, o Herrin, drinnen, gar ein süßer Fang,
105

Gebunden: sterben soll er mir noch nicht so schnell.

Athene.

Was willst du schaffen, was gewinnen noch zuvor?

Ajas.

Ich will ihn fesseln an die Säul' in meinem Zelt -

Athene.

Und welches Uebel willst du da dem Armen thun?

Ajas.

Vom Geißeln roth den Rücken, soll er sterben dort!
110

Athene.

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!

Athene.

Nun, wenn du Wohlgefallen hast an solchem Thun,

Brauch deinen Arm, thu' Alles, wie du's ausgedacht!
115

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.)

Athene.

Du siehst, Odysseus, wie der Götter Macht so groß:

Wer ward erfunden weiser einst, als dieser Mann,

Volführte besser, was der Augenblick gebot?
120

Tecmessa

Alas ! my lord.
585

What wilt thou do ?
585

Be silent, and be wise ; it will become thee.
585