Sophocles Oedipus Tyrannus 274

ed. Lewis Campbell

τάδ᾽ ἔστ᾽ ἀρέσκονθ', ἥ τε σύμμαχος Δίκη

Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) (Greek) (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879))

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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 216-462 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 274 focus
COR. SH
Hope of reward from thee in thy return
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Was one chief motive of my journey hither.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 276 focus
Wie mich dein Fluch gebunden, also red' ich, Herr.
Nicht ich erschlug ihn, weiß dir auch den Mörder nicht
Zu nennen. Er, der solche Forschung uns gebot,
Apollon mußte sagen, wer die That verübt.
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English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 274 focus
Oedipus
Scene IV. 1516
May Heaven reward thee for this goodness to
me,
And give thee much more bliss than I have known !
Now, my dear children, come towards me, come
Towards your father and your — brother ; see
These sightless eyes, pierced by my own mad hands ;
Behold that wretched father who begat you
Unknowingly on her who gave me birth ;
I cannot see you now — I can but weep
Your fate, to think what hours of wretchedness
You have to know hereafter. Whither now
Must my poor children lly? From every feast
Joyless with grief and shame, shall you return ;
And when the time shall come when riper years
Should give you to the nuptial bed, who then,
Careless of fame, will let his child partake
The infamy of my abhorred race.
Sprung from a wretch accursed, who killed his father,
And from the womb that bare him did beget
You my unhappy daughters ? Such reproach
Must still be yours, to virgin solitude
Devoted ever, and a barren bed.
Son of Menaeceus, thou alone art left
Their father now, for, oh ! Jocasta 's dead,
And T am — nothing. Do not then forsake
Thy kindred ; nor, deserted and forlorn.
Suffer them still in penury and woe
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To wander helpless, in their tender age :
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Kemember they have no support but thee.
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O generous prince ! have pity on them ; give me
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Thy friendly hand in promise of thy aid.
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To you, my daughters, had your early years
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Permitted, I had given my last advice :
Too young for counsel, all I ask of you
Is but to pray the gods that my sad life
May not be long ; but
'Ours, my children, crowned
vv iin many oays, ana happier far than mine.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 274 focus
Jocasta
I have strong cause: I warn thee for thy peace.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 216-460 focus