Sophocles Oedipus Tyrannus 242

Robert Potter (Translator)

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Oedipus
Was he, who gave me birth,
Not more than thou my father ?

Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.

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Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 242 focus
τοῦδ᾽ ἡμὶν ὄντος, ὡς τὸ Πυθικὸν θεοῦ
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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)) — 242 focus
JO
Hold there! How say you? Polybus in his grave?
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 255 focus
Denn traun, geböte solches Werk auch nicht der Gott,
Es ungesühnt zu lassen ziemt' euch dennoch nicht,
Daß so des Todes Opfer ward der beste Fürst:
Ihr müßt es ausspäh'n. Aber mun ward mir das Amt
Des Oberherrschers, welches er zuvor besaß,
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Ward mein die Gattin, die an seiner Seite lag,
Und unsre Kinder würden sich Geschwister sein,
Hätt' ihm ein Unstern nicht mißgönnt der Kinder Glück:
Nun aber brach dies Schicksal auf sein Haupt herein.
Deßwegen will ich diesen Kampf für ihn besteh'n,
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Wie für den eignen Vater, Alles will ich thun,
Den Frevler auszuspüren, der den Mord verübt
Am Labdakiden, der von Polydoros stamunt, 1
Vom Ahn, dem Kadmos, aus Agenors altem Blut.
Die Götter aber fleh' ich an: wer nicht gehorcht,
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Dem spende niemals eine Saat der Erde Schooß,
Noch schenk' ihm Kinder sein Gemahl; nein, dies Geschick
Von heut verderb' ihn und ein noch graunvolleres!
Doch euch, ihr Andern, welchen dies, wie mir, gefällt,
Ihr Kadmossöhne, bleibe stets der Dike Schuz, 2
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Und seien alle Götter hold auf immerdar!
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 242 focus
Oedipus
O me ! at length the mystery 's unravelled j
'Tis plain, 'tis clear ; my fate is all determined.
Those are my parents who should not have been
Allied to me ; she is my wife, e'en she
Whom Nature had forbidden me to wed ;
I have slain him who gave me life ; and now
Of thee, O light ! I take my last farewell,
For (Edipus shall ne'er behold thee more. [Exeunt.
O hapless state of human race !
How quick the fleeting shadows pass
Of transitory bliss below,
Where all is vanity and woe !
By thy example taught, O prince ! we see
Man was not made for true felicity.
Thou, CEdipus, beyond the rest
Of mortals wert supremely blest ;
Whom every hand conspired to raise.
Whom every tongue rejoiced to praise,
Wlien from the Sphinx thy all preserving hand
Stretched forth its aid to save a sinking Innd.
Thy virtues raised thee to a throne,
And grateful Thebes was all thy own ;
Alas ! how changed that glorious name !
Lost are thy virtues and thy fame ;
How couldst thou thus pollute thy father's bed ?
How couldst thou thus thy hapless mother wed 1
How could that bed unconscious bear
So long the \dle incestuous pair 1
But time, of quick and piercing sight.
Hath brought the horrid deed to light ;
At length Jocasta owns her guilty flame,
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And finds a husband and a child the same.
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E'pode.
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Wretched son of Laius, thee
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Henceforth may I never see,
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But absent shed the pious tear,
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And weep thy fate with grief sincere !
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For thou didst raise our eyes to life and light,
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To close them now in everlasting night.
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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

1021. mvp-comment-589-1 ἀντὶ τοῦ .. ὠνομάζετο 'Why ἐπεστάτουν] then did he call me his child? For the use of the middle voice, see Essay on Language § 31. p. 53, 6.