μέγιστος ἔργου παντός ἐστ᾽ ἐπιστάτης.
Electra. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Χορός
ὦ παῖ, παῖ δυστανοτάτας
Ἠλέκτρα ματρός, τίνʼ ἀεὶ
τάκεις ὧδʼ ἀκόρεστον οἰμωγὰν
τὸν πάλαι ἐκ δολερᾶς ἀθεώτατα
ματρὸς ἁλόντʼ ἀπάταις Ἀγαμέμνονα
125
κακᾷ τε χειρὶ πρόδοτον; ὡς ὁ τάδε πορὼν
ὄλοιτʼ, εἴ μοι θέμις τάδʼ αὐδᾶν.
ὦ παῖ, παῖ δυστανοτάτας
Ἠλέκτρα ματρός, τίνʼ ἀεὶ
τάκεις ὧδʼ ἀκόρεστον οἰμωγὰν
τὸν πάλαι ἐκ δολερᾶς ἀθεώτατα
ματρὸς ἁλόντʼ ἀπάταις Ἀγαμέμνονα
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κακᾷ τε χειρὶ πρόδοτον; ὡς ὁ τάδε πορὼν
ὄλοιτʼ, εἴ μοι θέμις τάδʼ αὐδᾶν.
Ἠλέκτρα
ὦ γενέθλα γενναίων,
ἥκετʼ ἐμῶν καμάτων παραμύθιον.
130
οἶδά τε καὶ ξυνίημι τάδʼ, οὔ τί με
φυγγάνει, οὐδʼ ἐθέλω προλιπεῖν τόδε,
μὴ οὐ τὸν ἐμὸν στενάχειν πατέρʼ ἄθλιον.
ἀλλʼ ὦ παντοίας φιλότητος ἀμειβόμεναι χάριν,
ἐᾶτέ μʼ ὧδʼ ἀλύειν,
135
αἰαῖ, ἱκνοῦμαι.
ὦ γενέθλα γενναίων,
ἥκετʼ ἐμῶν καμάτων παραμύθιον.
130
οἶδά τε καὶ ξυνίημι τάδʼ, οὔ τί με
φυγγάνει, οὐδʼ ἐθέλω προλιπεῖν τόδε,
μὴ οὐ τὸν ἐμὸν στενάχειν πατέρʼ ἄθλιον.
ἀλλʼ ὦ παντοίας φιλότητος ἀμειβόμεναι χάριν,
ἐᾶτέ μʼ ὧδʼ ἀλύειν,
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αἰαῖ, ἱκνοῦμαι.
Χορός
ἀλλʼ οὔτοι τόν γʼ ἐξ Ἀΐδα
παγκοίνου λίμνας πατέρʼ ἀν-
στάσεις οὔτε γόοισιν οὔτʼ εὐχαῖς.
ἀλλʼ ἀπὸ τῶν μετρίων ἐπʼ ἀμήχανον
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ἄλγος ἀεὶ στενάχουσα διόλλυσαι,
ἐν οἷς ἀνάλυσίς ἐστιν οὐδεμία κακῶν.
τί μοι τῶν δυσφόρων ἐφίει;
ἀλλʼ οὔτοι τόν γʼ ἐξ Ἀΐδα
παγκοίνου λίμνας πατέρʼ ἀν-
στάσεις οὔτε γόοισιν οὔτʼ εὐχαῖς.
ἀλλʼ ἀπὸ τῶν μετρίων ἐπʼ ἀμήχανον
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ἄλγος ἀεὶ στενάχουσα διόλλυσαι,
ἐν οἷς ἀνάλυσίς ἐστιν οὐδεμία κακῶν.
τί μοι τῶν δυσφόρων ἐφίει;
Ἠλέκτρα
νήπιος ὃς τῶν οἰκτρῶς
οἰχομένων γονέων ἐπιλάθεται.
145
ἀλλʼ ἐμέ γʼ ἁ στονόεσσʼ ἄραρεν φρένας,
ἃ Ἴτυν, αἰὲν Ἴτυν ὀλοφύρεται,
ὄρνις ἀτυζομένα, Διὸς ἄγγελος.
ἰὼ παντλάμων Νιόβα, σὲ δʼ ἔγωγε νέμω θεόν,
150
ἅτʼ ἐν τάφῳ πετραίῳ
αἰεὶ δακρύεις.
νήπιος ὃς τῶν οἰκτρῶς
οἰχομένων γονέων ἐπιλάθεται.
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ἀλλʼ ἐμέ γʼ ἁ στονόεσσʼ ἄραρεν φρένας,
ἃ Ἴτυν, αἰὲν Ἴτυν ὀλοφύρεται,
ὄρνις ἀτυζομένα, Διὸς ἄγγελος.
ἰὼ παντλάμων Νιόβα, σὲ δʼ ἔγωγε νέμω θεόν,
150
ἅτʼ ἐν τάφῳ πετραίῳ
αἰεὶ δακρύεις.
Χορός
οὔτοι σοὶ μούνᾳ, τέκνον,
ἄχος ἐφάνη βροτῶν,
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πρὸς ὅ τι σὺ τῶν ἔνδον εἶ περισσά,
οἷς ὁμόθεν εἶ καὶ γονᾷ ξύναιμος,
οἵα Χρυσόθεμις ζώει καὶ Ἰφιάνασσα,
κρυπτᾷ τʼ ἀχέων ἐν ἥβᾳ,
ὄλβιος, ὃν ἁ κλεινὰ
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γᾶ ποτε Μυκηναίων
δέξεται εὐπατρίδαν, Διὸς εὔφρονι
βήματι μολόντα τάνδε γᾶν Ὀρέσταν.
οὔτοι σοὶ μούνᾳ, τέκνον,
ἄχος ἐφάνη βροτῶν,
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πρὸς ὅ τι σὺ τῶν ἔνδον εἶ περισσά,
οἷς ὁμόθεν εἶ καὶ γονᾷ ξύναιμος,
οἵα Χρυσόθεμις ζώει καὶ Ἰφιάνασσα,
κρυπτᾷ τʼ ἀχέων ἐν ἥβᾳ,
ὄλβιος, ὃν ἁ κλεινὰ
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γᾶ ποτε Μυκηναίων
δέξεται εὐπατρίδαν, Διὸς εὔφρονι
βήματι μολόντα τάνδε γᾶν Ὀρέσταν.
Ἠλέκτρα
ὅν γʼ ἐγὼ ἀκάματα προσμένουσʼ, ἄτεκνος,
τάλαινʼ, ἀνύμφευτος αἰὲν οἰχνῶ,
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δάκρυσι μυδαλέα, τὸν ἀνήνυτον
οἶτον ἔχουσα κακῶν· ὁ δὲ λάθεται
ὧν τʼ ἔπαθʼ ὧν τʼ ἐδάη. τί γὰρ οὐκ ἐμοὶ
ἔρχεται ἀγγελίας ἀπατώμενον;
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ἀεὶ μὲν γὰρ ποθεῖ,
ποθῶν δʼ οὐκ ἀξιοῖ φανῆναι.
ὅν γʼ ἐγὼ ἀκάματα προσμένουσʼ, ἄτεκνος,
τάλαινʼ, ἀνύμφευτος αἰὲν οἰχνῶ,
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δάκρυσι μυδαλέα, τὸν ἀνήνυτον
οἶτον ἔχουσα κακῶν· ὁ δὲ λάθεται
ὧν τʼ ἔπαθʼ ὧν τʼ ἐδάη. τί γὰρ οὐκ ἐμοὶ
ἔρχεται ἀγγελίας ἀπατώμενον;
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ἀεὶ μὲν γὰρ ποθεῖ,
ποθῶν δʼ οὐκ ἀξιοῖ φανῆναι.
Χορός
θάρσει μοι, θάρσει, τέκνον.
ἔτι μέγας οὐρανῷ
175
Ζεύς, ὃς ἐφορᾷ πάντα καὶ κρατύνει·
ᾧ τὸν ὑπεραλγῆ χόλον νέμουσα
μήθʼ οἷς ἐχθαίρεις ὑπεράχθεο μήτʼ ἐπιλάθου·
χρόνος γὰρ εὐμαρὴς θεός.
οὔτε γὰρ ὁ τὰν Κρῖσαν
180
βούνομον ἔχων ἀκτὰν
παῖς Ἀγαμεμνονίδας ἀπερίτροπος
οὔθʼ ὁ παρὰ τὸν Ἀχέροντα θεὸς ἀνάσσων.
θάρσει μοι, θάρσει, τέκνον.
ἔτι μέγας οὐρανῷ
175
Ζεύς, ὃς ἐφορᾷ πάντα καὶ κρατύνει·
ᾧ τὸν ὑπεραλγῆ χόλον νέμουσα
μήθʼ οἷς ἐχθαίρεις ὑπεράχθεο μήτʼ ἐπιλάθου·
χρόνος γὰρ εὐμαρὴς θεός.
οὔτε γὰρ ὁ τὰν Κρῖσαν
180
βούνομον ἔχων ἀκτὰν
παῖς Ἀγαμεμνονίδας ἀπερίτροπος
οὔθʼ ὁ παρὰ τὸν Ἀχέροντα θεὸς ἀνάσσων.
Ἠλέκτρα
ἀλλʼ ἐμὲ μὲν ὁ πολὺς ἀπολέλοιπεν ἤδη
185
βίοτος ἀνέλπιστος, οὐδʼ ἔτʼ ἀρκῶ·
ἅτις ἄνευ τεκέων κατατάκομαι,
ἇς φίλος οὔτις ἀνὴρ ὑπερίσταται,
ἀλλʼ ἁπερεί τις ἔποικος ἀναξία
οἰκονομῶ θαλάμους πατρός, ὧδε μὲν
190
ἀεικεῖ σὺν στολᾷ,
κεναῖς δʼ ἀμφίσταμαι τραπέζαις.
ἀλλʼ ἐμὲ μὲν ὁ πολὺς ἀπολέλοιπεν ἤδη
185
βίοτος ἀνέλπιστος, οὐδʼ ἔτʼ ἀρκῶ·
ἅτις ἄνευ τεκέων κατατάκομαι,
ἇς φίλος οὔτις ἀνὴρ ὑπερίσταται,
ἀλλʼ ἁπερεί τις ἔποικος ἀναξία
οἰκονομῶ θαλάμους πατρός, ὧδε μὲν
190
ἀεικεῖ σὺν στολᾷ,
κεναῖς δʼ ἀμφίσταμαι τραπέζαις.
Χορός
οἰκτρὰ μὲν νόστοις αὐδά,
οἰκτρὰ δʼ ἐν κοίταις πατρῴαις
ὅτε οἱ παγχάλκων ἀνταία
195
γενύων ὡρμάθη πλαγά.
δόλος ἦν ὁ φράσας, ἔρος ὁ κτείνας,
δεινὰν δεινῶς προφυτεύσαντες
μορφάν, εἴτʼ οὖν θεὸς εἴτε βροτῶν
ἦν ὁ ταῦτα πράσσων.
200
οἰκτρὰ μὲν νόστοις αὐδά,
οἰκτρὰ δʼ ἐν κοίταις πατρῴαις
ὅτε οἱ παγχάλκων ἀνταία
195
γενύων ὡρμάθη πλαγά.
δόλος ἦν ὁ φράσας, ἔρος ὁ κτείνας,
δεινὰν δεινῶς προφυτεύσαντες
μορφάν, εἴτʼ οὖν θεὸς εἴτε βροτῶν
ἦν ὁ ταῦτα πράσσων.
200
Ἠλέκτρα
ὦ πασᾶν κείνα πλέον ἁμέρα
ἐλθοῦσʼ ἐχθίστα δή μοι·
ὦ νύξ, ὦ δείπνων ἀρρήτων
ἔκπαγλʼ ἄχθη,
τοὺς ἐμὸς ἴδε πατὴρ
205
θανάτους αἰκεῖς διδύμαιν χειροῖν,
αἳ τὸν ἐμὸν εἷλον βίον πρόδοτον, αἵ μʼ ἀπώλεσαν·
οἷς θεὸς ὁ μέγας Ὀλύμπιος
ποίνιμα πάθεα παθεῖν πόροι,
210
μηδέ ποτʼ ἀγλαΐας ἀποναίατο
τοιάδʼ ἀνύσαντες ἔργα.
ὦ πασᾶν κείνα πλέον ἁμέρα
ἐλθοῦσʼ ἐχθίστα δή μοι·
ὦ νύξ, ὦ δείπνων ἀρρήτων
ἔκπαγλʼ ἄχθη,
τοὺς ἐμὸς ἴδε πατὴρ
205
θανάτους αἰκεῖς διδύμαιν χειροῖν,
αἳ τὸν ἐμὸν εἷλον βίον πρόδοτον, αἵ μʼ ἀπώλεσαν·
οἷς θεὸς ὁ μέγας Ὀλύμπιος
ποίνιμα πάθεα παθεῖν πόροι,
210
μηδέ ποτʼ ἀγλαΐας ἀποναίατο
τοιάδʼ ἀνύσαντες ἔργα.
Χορός
φράζου μὴ πόρσω φωνεῖν.
οὐ γνώμαν ἴσχεις ἐξ οἵων
τὰ παρόντʼ οἰκείας εἰς ἄτας
215
ἐμπίπτεις οὕτως αἰκῶς;
πολὺ γάρ τι κακῶν ὑπερεκτήσω,
σᾷ δυσθύμῳ τίκτουσʼ ἀεὶ
ψυχᾷ πολέμους· τὰ δὲ τοῖς δυνατοῖς
οὐκ ἐριστὰ πλάθειν.
220
φράζου μὴ πόρσω φωνεῖν.
οὐ γνώμαν ἴσχεις ἐξ οἵων
τὰ παρόντʼ οἰκείας εἰς ἄτας
215
ἐμπίπτεις οὕτως αἰκῶς;
πολὺ γάρ τι κακῶν ὑπερεκτήσω,
σᾷ δυσθύμῳ τίκτουσʼ ἀεὶ
ψυχᾷ πολέμους· τὰ δὲ τοῖς δυνατοῖς
οὐκ ἐριστὰ πλάθειν.
220
Ἠλέκτρα
δεινοῖς ἠναγκάσθην, δεινοῖς·
ἔξοιδʼ, οὐ λάθει μʼ ὀργά.
ἀλλʼ ἐν γὰρ δεινοῖς οὐ σχήσω
ταύτας ἄτας,
ὄφρα με βίος ἔχῃ.
225
τίνι γάρ ποτʼ ἄν, ὦ φιλία γενέθλα,
πρόσφορον ἀκούσαιμʼ ἔπος, τίνι φρονοῦντι καίρια;
ἄνετέ μʼ ἄνετε, παράγοροι·
τάδε γὰρ ἄλυτα κεκλήσεται,
οὐδέ ποτʼ ἐκ καμάτων ἀποπαύσομαι
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ἀνάριθμος ὧδε θρήνων.
δεινοῖς ἠναγκάσθην, δεινοῖς·
ἔξοιδʼ, οὐ λάθει μʼ ὀργά.
ἀλλʼ ἐν γὰρ δεινοῖς οὐ σχήσω
ταύτας ἄτας,
ὄφρα με βίος ἔχῃ.
225
τίνι γάρ ποτʼ ἄν, ὦ φιλία γενέθλα,
πρόσφορον ἀκούσαιμʼ ἔπος, τίνι φρονοῦντι καίρια;
ἄνετέ μʼ ἄνετε, παράγοροι·
τάδε γὰρ ἄλυτα κεκλήσεται,
οὐδέ ποτʼ ἐκ καμάτων ἀποπαύσομαι
230
ἀνάριθμος ὧδε θρήνων.
Χορός
ἀλλʼ οὖν εὐνοίᾳ γʼ αὐδῶ,
μάτηρ ὡσεί τις πιστά,
μὴ τίκτειν σʼ ἄταν ἄταις.
235
ἀλλʼ οὖν εὐνοίᾳ γʼ αὐδῶ,
μάτηρ ὡσεί τις πιστά,
μὴ τίκτειν σʼ ἄταν ἄταις.
235
Ἠλέκτρα
καὶ τί μέτρον κακότατος ἔφυ; φέρε,
πῶς ἐπὶ τοῖς φθιμένοις ἀμελεῖν καλόν;
ἐν τίνι τοῦτʼ ἔβλαστʼ ἀνθρώπων;
μήτʼ εἴην ἔντιμος τούτοις
μήτʼ, εἴ τῳ πρόσκειμαι χρηστῷ,
240
ξυνναίοιμʼ εὔκηλος, γονέων
ἐκτίμους ἴσχουσα πτέρυγας
ὀξυτόνων γόων.
εἰ γὰρ ὁ μὲν θανὼν γᾶ τε καὶ οὐδὲν ὢν
245
κείσεται τάλας,
οἱ δὲ μὴ πάλιν
δώσουσʼ ἀντιφόνους δίκας,
ἔρροι τʼ ἂν αἰδὼς
ἁπάντων τʼ εὐσέβεια θνατῶν.
250
καὶ τί μέτρον κακότατος ἔφυ; φέρε,
πῶς ἐπὶ τοῖς φθιμένοις ἀμελεῖν καλόν;
ἐν τίνι τοῦτʼ ἔβλαστʼ ἀνθρώπων;
μήτʼ εἴην ἔντιμος τούτοις
μήτʼ, εἴ τῳ πρόσκειμαι χρηστῷ,
240
ξυνναίοιμʼ εὔκηλος, γονέων
ἐκτίμους ἴσχουσα πτέρυγας
ὀξυτόνων γόων.
εἰ γὰρ ὁ μὲν θανὼν γᾶ τε καὶ οὐδὲν ὢν
245
κείσεται τάλας,
οἱ δὲ μὴ πάλιν
δώσουσʼ ἀντιφόνους δίκας,
ἔρροι τʼ ἂν αἰδὼς
ἁπάντων τʼ εὐσέβεια θνατῶν.
250
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 77 focus
CLYTEMNESTRA
Enter CLYTEMNESTRA .
516
Again you are let loose and range at will.
Ay, for Aegisthus is not here, who barred
Your rashness from defaming your own kin
Beyond the gates. But now he’s gone from home,
You heed not me: though you have noised abroad
That I am bold in crime, and domineer
Outrageously, oppressing thee and thine.
I am no oppressor, but I speak thee ill,
For thou art ever speaking ill of me—
Still holding forth thy father’s death, that I
Have done it. So I did: I know it well:
That I deny not; for not I alone
But Justice slew him; and if you had sense,
520
To side with Justice ought to be your part.
520
For who but he of all the Greeks, your sire,
520
For whom you whine and cry, who else but he
Took heart to sacrifice unto the Gods
Thy sister?—having less of pain, I trow,
In getting her, than I, that bore her, knew!
Come, let me question thee! On whose behalf
Slew he my child? Was ’t for the Argive host?
What right had they to traffic in my flesh?—
Menelaüs was his brother. Wilt thou say
He slew my daughter for his brother’s sake?
How then should he escape me? Had not he,
Menelaüs, children twain, begotten of her
Whom to reclaim that army sailed to Troy?
525
Was Death then so enamoured of my seed,
525
That he must feast thereon and let theirs live?
525
Or was the God-abandoned father’s heart
Tender toward them and cruel to my child?
Doth this not argue an insensate sire?
I think so, though your wisdom may demur.
And could my lost one speak, she would confirm it.
For my part, I can dwell on what I have done
Without regret. You, if you think me wrong,
Bring reasons forth and blame me to my face!
Again you are let loose and range at will.
Ay, for Aegisthus is not here, who barred
Your rashness from defaming your own kin
Beyond the gates. But now he’s gone from home,
You heed not me: though you have noised abroad
That I am bold in crime, and domineer
Outrageously, oppressing thee and thine.
I am no oppressor, but I speak thee ill,
For thou art ever speaking ill of me—
Still holding forth thy father’s death, that I
Have done it. So I did: I know it well:
That I deny not; for not I alone
But Justice slew him; and if you had sense,
520
To side with Justice ought to be your part.
520
For who but he of all the Greeks, your sire,
520
For whom you whine and cry, who else but he
Took heart to sacrifice unto the Gods
Thy sister?—having less of pain, I trow,
In getting her, than I, that bore her, knew!
Come, let me question thee! On whose behalf
Slew he my child? Was ’t for the Argive host?
What right had they to traffic in my flesh?—
Menelaüs was his brother. Wilt thou say
He slew my daughter for his brother’s sake?
How then should he escape me? Had not he,
Menelaüs, children twain, begotten of her
Whom to reclaim that army sailed to Troy?
525
Was Death then so enamoured of my seed,
525
That he must feast thereon and let theirs live?
525
Or was the God-abandoned father’s heart
Tender toward them and cruel to my child?
Doth this not argue an insensate sire?
I think so, though your wisdom may demur.
And could my lost one speak, she would confirm it.
For my part, I can dwell on what I have done
Without regret. You, if you think me wrong,
Bring reasons forth and blame me to my face!
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 77 focus
weh, weh mir!
(im Hause)
weh, weh mir!
Der Pfleger.
Horch! Innerhalb des Hauses wähnt' ich jammernde
Wehklagen einer Dienerin zu hören, Kind.
Horch! Innerhalb des Hauses wähnt' ich jammernde
Wehklagen einer Dienerin zu hören, Kind.
Orestes.
War's nicht Elektra? Meinst du nicht, wir sollten noch
80
Verweilen hier und lauschen ihrem Klageruf?
War's nicht Elektra? Meinst du nicht, wir sollten noch
80
Verweilen hier und lauschen ihrem Klageruf?
Der Pfleger.
Mit nichten. Nichts geschehe, bis wir Loxias'
1
Gebot erfüllten und zuerst dem Vater dort
Sein Todtenopfer brachten; denn das sichert uns
Den Sieg, verleiht uns hohe Kraft zur schweren That.
85
Mit nichten. Nichts geschehe, bis wir Loxias'
1
Gebot erfüllten und zuerst dem Vater dort
Sein Todtenopfer brachten; denn das sichert uns
Den Sieg, verleiht uns hohe Kraft zur schweren That.
85
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 77 focus
Governor
And this — for such her form
And look majestic speak her — is his queen ;
Is it not so?
And this — for such her form
And look majestic speak her — is his queen ;
Is it not so?
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 77 focus
Electra
It is thy speech, not mine; for thine the deed;
And deeds will always find according speech.
625
It is thy speech, not mine; for thine the deed;
And deeds will always find according speech.
625
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 121-250 focus
Chorus
Ah, Electra, child of a most wretched mother, why are you always wasting away in this unsated mourning for Agamemnon, who long ago was godlessly
ensnared in your false mother’s wiles and betrayed by her corrupt hand? May the one who did that perish, if I may speak such a curse without breaking the gods’ laws.
125
Ah, Electra, child of a most wretched mother, why are you always wasting away in this unsated mourning for Agamemnon, who long ago was godlessly
ensnared in your false mother’s wiles and betrayed by her corrupt hand? May the one who did that perish, if I may speak such a curse without breaking the gods’ laws.
125
Electra
Ah, noble-hearted girls,
you have come to relieve me in my troubles. I know and feel it: it does not escape me. Still I cannot leave this task undone, nor abandon this mourning for my poor father. Ah, friends whose love responds to mine in every mood,
130
allow me to rave as I am, oh, please, I beg you!
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Ah, noble-hearted girls,
you have come to relieve me in my troubles. I know and feel it: it does not escape me. Still I cannot leave this task undone, nor abandon this mourning for my poor father. Ah, friends whose love responds to mine in every mood,
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allow me to rave as I am, oh, please, I beg you!
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Chorus
But never by weeping nor by prayer will you resurrect your father from the pool of Hades which receives all men.
No, by grieving without end and beyond due limits you will find cureless misery and your own ruin; in these actions there is no deliverance from evils. Tell us, why do you pursue such suffering?
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But never by weeping nor by prayer will you resurrect your father from the pool of Hades which receives all men.
No, by grieving without end and beyond due limits you will find cureless misery and your own ruin; in these actions there is no deliverance from evils. Tell us, why do you pursue such suffering?
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Electra
Foolish is the child who forgets a parent’s piteous death. No, closer to my heart is the mourner who eternally wails,
Itys, Itys, that bird mad with grief, the messenger of Zeus.
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Ah, all-suffering Niobe, you I count divine, since you weep forever in your rocky tomb!
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Foolish is the child who forgets a parent’s piteous death. No, closer to my heart is the mourner who eternally wails,
Itys, Itys, that bird mad with grief, the messenger of Zeus.
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Ah, all-suffering Niobe, you I count divine, since you weep forever in your rocky tomb!
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Chorus
Not to you alone of mortals, my daughter, has sorrow come,
though you face it with less restraint than those girls inside, Chrysothemis and Iphianassa, whose parents and blood you share. They still live, as he, too, lives, sorrowing in his secluded youth,
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yet happy in that this famous realm of the Mycenaeans shall one day receive him as a noble lord, if with the blessing of Zeus’s escort he, Orestes, returns to this land.
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Not to you alone of mortals, my daughter, has sorrow come,
though you face it with less restraint than those girls inside, Chrysothemis and Iphianassa, whose parents and blood you share. They still live, as he, too, lives, sorrowing in his secluded youth,
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yet happy in that this famous realm of the Mycenaeans shall one day receive him as a noble lord, if with the blessing of Zeus’s escort he, Orestes, returns to this land.
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Electra
Yes, I await him with unwearied longing,
as I walk my sad path from day to day childless and unwed, bathed in tears, bearing that endless doom of evils. But he forgets all that he has suffered and learned.
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What message comes to me that is not proven false? He constantly desires to be with us, but though he desires it, he does not choose to appear.
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Yes, I await him with unwearied longing,
as I walk my sad path from day to day childless and unwed, bathed in tears, bearing that endless doom of evils. But he forgets all that he has suffered and learned.
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What message comes to me that is not proven false? He constantly desires to be with us, but though he desires it, he does not choose to appear.
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Chorus
Courage, my daughter, courage; Zeus in the sky
is still mighty, and he sees and rules all. Leave your oversharp anger to him; be neither excessively hostile to those you hate, nor forgetful of them, since Time is a god who brings ease.
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Courage, my daughter, courage; Zeus in the sky
is still mighty, and he sees and rules all. Leave your oversharp anger to him; be neither excessively hostile to those you hate, nor forgetful of them, since Time is a god who brings ease.
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Electra
But the best part of life has passed away leaving me in hopelessness, and I have no strength left. I waste away without children and have no loving husband to champion me, but like some despised foreign slave,
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I serve in the halls of my father, wrapped in shabby garments and standing to eat scanty meals.
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But the best part of life has passed away leaving me in hopelessness, and I have no strength left. I waste away without children and have no loving husband to champion me, but like some despised foreign slave,
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I serve in the halls of my father, wrapped in shabby garments and standing to eat scanty meals.
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Chorus
Mournful was the voice heard at his return, and mournful the voice amidst your father’s reclining banquet
when the straight, swift blow of the bronze-jawed axe was sped against him. Deceit was the plotter, Lust the slayer, two dread parents of a dreadful
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phantom, whether it was god or mortal that did this deed.
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Mournful was the voice heard at his return, and mournful the voice amidst your father’s reclining banquet
when the straight, swift blow of the bronze-jawed axe was sped against him. Deceit was the plotter, Lust the slayer, two dread parents of a dreadful
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phantom, whether it was god or mortal that did this deed.
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Electra
O that hated day, hated beyond all that have come to me; O that night, the terrible grief of that unutterable feast, the shameless death-strokes
my father saw from their twin hands, hands which took my life captive by treachery, which cast me to ruin! May the great god of
Olympus
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create for them sufferings in penalty, and may they never have enjoyment of their splendor since they have committed such crimes!
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O that hated day, hated beyond all that have come to me; O that night, the terrible grief of that unutterable feast, the shameless death-strokes
my father saw from their twin hands, hands which took my life captive by treachery, which cast me to ruin! May the great god of
Olympus
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create for them sufferings in penalty, and may they never have enjoyment of their splendor since they have committed such crimes!
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Chorus
Be advised to say no more; do you not see by what actions
under the present circumstances you plunge so shamefully into self-made miseries? You have far excelled in achieving misfortune, ever breeding wars in your hardhearted soul. But such strife
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should not be pushed into a conflict with the powerful.
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Be advised to say no more; do you not see by what actions
under the present circumstances you plunge so shamefully into self-made miseries? You have far excelled in achieving misfortune, ever breeding wars in your hardhearted soul. But such strife
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should not be pushed into a conflict with the powerful.
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Electra
I have been forced to it, forced by a terrible compulsion. I know my own passion; it does not escape me; but, under such terrible compulsion, I will not restrain these disastrous cries of frenzy,
so long as life is in me. Who indeed, my noble friends, who that keeps what is appropriate in mind, would think any word of comfort right for my ears? Let me be, let me be, my comforters!
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For these ills will be reckoned with those which have no cure; I will never know a respite from my pains, or the sum of this wailing.
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I have been forced to it, forced by a terrible compulsion. I know my own passion; it does not escape me; but, under such terrible compulsion, I will not restrain these disastrous cries of frenzy,
so long as life is in me. Who indeed, my noble friends, who that keeps what is appropriate in mind, would think any word of comfort right for my ears? Let me be, let me be, my comforters!
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For these ills will be reckoned with those which have no cure; I will never know a respite from my pains, or the sum of this wailing.
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It is nevertheless with goodwill, like a true-hearted mother,
that I dissuade you from begetting misery upon miseries.
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It is nevertheless with goodwill, like a true-hearted mother,
that I dissuade you from begetting misery upon miseries.
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Electra
But what limit has nature begot for my affliction? Tell me, how can it be right to neglect the dead? Has such a seed been sown in any mortal? May I never have such men’s esteem;
never, when I am close to prosperity, may I dwell in ease, hindering the wings of shrill lamentation so as to deprive my begetter of his honors!
For if the dead is to lie a wretch, merely dust and nothingness,
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while his slayers do not pay back to him blood for blood in penalty,
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then shame and reverence will vanish from all humanity.
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But what limit has nature begot for my affliction? Tell me, how can it be right to neglect the dead? Has such a seed been sown in any mortal? May I never have such men’s esteem;
never, when I am close to prosperity, may I dwell in ease, hindering the wings of shrill lamentation so as to deprive my begetter of his honors!
For if the dead is to lie a wretch, merely dust and nothingness,
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For if the dead is to lie a wretch, merely dust and nothingness,
while his slayers do not pay back to him blood for blood in penalty,
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then shame and reverence will vanish from all humanity.
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Commentary
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mvp-comment-43-1 ἰώ μοί μοι δύστηνος 1
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77-86. mvp-comment-52-1 As the function of the chorus, see Introduction, is to respond to Electra, who gives the principal interest to the play, their entrance is preceded by a monody from her, which draws the sympathy of the spectators to the chief person, and prepares them to enter more fully into the spirit of the action. And-less to whet the purpose of Orestes, than to show his firmness- he is allowed to hear her wailing from within. It is easy to see how this must excite him. But it does not alter his determination to rely upon himself alone. And thus, although for the moment eager to hear more, he yields at once to the counsel of the old man, that nothing should delay the action for which the moment is come. After l. 85, exeunt Orestes, the Paedagogus, and Pylades, leaving the proscenium vacant.
78-79. mvp-comment-54-1 'Methinks there comes from the doors a sound as of some handmaiden moaning within them.' The harshness of the unusual genitive, θυρῶν ='In the direction of the doorway,' 'e regione ostii,' is softened by the addition of ἔνδον, with which θυρῶν is to be resumed. For the genitive of the place from which an object strikes the sense, cp. infr. 900, 1, ἐσχάτης ὁρῶ | πυρᾶς νεώρη βόστρυχον τετμημένον.