Sophocles Oedipus Tyrannus 199

Thomas Francklin (Translator)

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Shepherd
(Edi. How ? What then
Thy own feet will best
Inform thee of that circumstance.
CEdt. Alas !
Why callst thou to remembrance a misfortune
Of so long date?

Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.

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Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 199 focus
ἀστραπᾶν κράτη νέμων,
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 216-462 focus
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 199 focus
OED
And since the event how much of time hath flown?
735
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 203 focus
Dir fleh' ich, Lykerfürst! 1
Laß deine nie bezwungenen
205
Geschosse fliegen von der gold'nen Sehne,
Als Retter ausgesendet: flammt, ihr Fackeln, auch,
Womit die Höh'n Lykia's 2
Artemis hindurchſtürmt!
Auch dir mit dem goldenen Stirnband
210
Ruf' ich, unsers Landes
Sohn, Bacchos, dir mit dem trunk'nen Blick, 3
Dir, von Bacchen rings umschwärmt,
Ostürm' hellstrahlend an
Mit dem lichten Brand
215
Auf diesen Gott, den alle Götter hassen!
Dedipus (der während des Gesanges wiederum auf der Bithne erschienen ist). Der Chor.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 199 focus
Jocasta
Give joy! Yet haply it may give thee grief.
What may this be, and whence its double force ?
The Isthmian states (so, lady, fame proclaims
Among them) will appoint thy lord their king.
Holds not the aged Polybus that pow'r?
No more; for death hath laid him in the tomb.
What wou'dst thou say, that Polybus is dead?
If I speak aught but truth, be death my meed.
Go, my attendant, hasten to thy lord,
And tell him this. Ye oracles divine,
Where are you? Edipus long since, through fear,
Lest he should kill the king, from Corinth fled;
Now he is dead before this wretched fate,
Nor fell he by the hand of Edipus.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 216-460 focus

Commentary

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

1034. mvp-comment-594-1 ποδοῖν ἀκμάς Thy feet. ἀκμάς, like ἄρθρα supr., simply adds definiteness to πόδας: cp. ἄκρος.