Sophocles, Electra, Richard Jebb (Translator), 660

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Enter the Paedagogus from the left.

Paedagogus

Foreign ladies, how might I know for certain if this be the palace of the king Aegisthus?
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Chorus

This is the palace, stranger; you yourself have guessed correctly.

Paedagogus

And am I on target when I surmise that this lady is his wife? She is indeed regal to look upon.

Chorus

Exactly right; this is she before you.
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Paedagogus

Greetings, royal lady! I bring happy news to you and to Aegisthus from a friend.

Clytaemnestra

I welcome your greeting; but I would like first to know who may have sent you.

Paedagogus

Phanoteus the Phocian provided me the weighty task.
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Clytaemnestra

And what is it, sir? Tell me. Coming from a friend you will bring, I know, a kindly message.

Paedagogus

Orestes is dead, to put it briefly.

Electra

Oh, miserable me! My ruin comes today!

Clytaemnestra

What, friend? What did you say? Do not listen to her!
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Paedagogus

I said, and say again, Orestes is dead.

Electra

This is my wretched end! I am no more!

Clytaemnestra
To Electra.

You, go about your business! But you, sir, tell me exactly in what manner he was destroyed.

Electra. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1894.

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Electra (English) (Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 6: The Electra. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1894. (Modernized by Perseus.))

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 660 focus

ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς
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εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματ᾿ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

ΧΟ.

τάδ᾽ ἐστίν, ὦ ξέν. αὐτὸς εἴκασας καλῶς.

ΠΑ.

ἢ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδ᾽ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ

κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

ΧΟ.

μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα.
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ΠΑ.

ὦ χαῖρ᾽, ἄνασσα. σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους

ἡδεῖς φίλου παρ᾽ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θ᾽ ὁμοῦ.

ΚΛ.

ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου

πρώτιστα χρήζω, τίς σ᾽ om. LF add C2 or 4 ἀπέστειλεν ἀπέστειλεν L. ἀπέστειλε A. βροτῶν.

ΠΑ.

Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα.
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ΚΛ.

τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξέν'; εἰπέ, παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ἂν

ἀνδρός, σάφ' οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

ΠΑ.

τέθνηκ᾽ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

ΗΛ.

ο ἰ ἐγὼ ἐγὼ LAFL Pal. τάλαιν, ὄλωλα τῇδ᾽ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

ΚΛ.

τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε.
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ΠΑ.

θανόντ᾽ Ορέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω γρ. τότ᾽ ἐννέπω Co interl. πάλαι λέγω Γ. πάλιν λέγω Pal..

ΗΛ.

ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμ᾿ ἔτι.

ΚΛ.

σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσ᾽, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε,

τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται ;

ΠΑ.

Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 660 focus

Παιδαγωγός

ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς
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εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματʼ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

Χορός

τάδʼ ἐστίν, ὦ ξένʼ· αὐτὸς ᾔκασας καλῶς.

Παιδαγωγός

ἦ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδʼ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ

κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

Χορός

μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα.
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Παιδαγωγός

ὦ χαῖρʼ, ἄνασσα· σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους

ἡδεῖς φίλου παρʼ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θʼ ὁμοῦ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου

πρώτιστα χρῄζω τίς σʼ ἀπέστειλεν βροτῶν.

Παιδαγωγός

Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα.
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Κλυταιμνήστρα

τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξένʼ; εἰπέ· παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ὢν

ἀνδρός, σάφʼ οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

Παιδαγωγός

τέθνηκʼ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα

οἲ ʼγὼ τάλαινʼ, ὄλωλα τῇδʼ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε.
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Παιδαγωγός

θανόντʼ Ὀρέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα

ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμʼ ἔτι.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσʼ, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε,

τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται;

Translations (4)

English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 660 focus

Kind dames and damsels, may I clearly know
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If these be King Aegisthus’ palace-halls?

CH

They are, sir; you yourself have guessed aright.

OLD M

May I guess further that in yonder dame

I see his queen? She looks right royally.

CH

’Tis she,—no other,—whom your eyes behold.
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OLD M

Princess, all hail! To thee and to thy spouse

I come with words of gladness from a friend.

CLY

That auspice I accept. But I would first

Learn from thee who of men hath sent thee forth?

OLD M

Phanoteus the Phocian, with a charge of weight.
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CLY

Declare it, stranger. Coming from a friend,

Thou bring’st us friendly tidings, I feel sure.

OLD M

Orestes’ death. Ye have the sum in brief.

EL

Ah me! undone! This day hath ruined me.

CLY

What? Let me hear again. Regard her not.
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OLD M

Again I say it, Orestes is no more.

EL

Undone! undone! Farewell to life and hope!

CLY

().

See thou to thine own case! () Now, stranger, tell me

In true discourse the manner of his death.

OLD M

For that I am here, and I will tell the whole.

He, entering on the great arena famed

As Hellas’ pride, to win a Delphian prize,

On hearing the loud summons of the man

Calling the foot-race, which hath trial first,

Came forward, a bright form, admired by all.

And when his prowess in the course fulfilled

The promise of his form, he issued forth

Dowered with the splendid meed of victory.—

To tell a few out of the many feats

Of such a hero were beyond my power.

Know then, in brief, that of the prizes set

For every customary course proclaimed

By order of the judges, the whole sum

Victoriously he gathered, happy deemed

By all; declared an Argive, and his name

Orestes, son of him who levied once

The mighty armament of Greeks for Troy.

So fared he then: but when a God inclines

To hinder happiness, not even the strong

Are scatheless. So, another day, when came

At sunrise the swift race of charioteers,

He entered there with many a rival car:—

One from Achaia, one from Sparta, two

Libyan commanders of the chariot-yoke;

And he among them fifth, with steeds of price

From Thessaly;—the sixth Aetolia sent

With chestnut mares; the seventh a Magnete man;

The eighth with milk-white colts from Oeta’s vale;

The ninth from god-built Athens; and the tenth

Boeotia gave to make the number full.

Then stood they where the judges of the course

Had posted them by lot, each with his team;

And sprang forth at the brazen trumpet’s blare.

Shouting together to their steeds, they shook

The reins, and all the course was filled with noise

Of rattling chariots, and the dust arose

To heaven. Now all in a confusèd throng

Spared not the goad, each eager to outgo

The crowded axles and the snorting steeds;

For close about his nimbly circling wheels

And stooping sides fell flakes of panted foam.

Orestes, ever nearest at the turn,

With whirling axle seemed to graze the stone,

And loosing with free rein the right-hand steed

That pulled the side-rope, held the near one in.

So for a time all chariots upright moved,

But soon the Oetaean’s hard-mouthed horses broke

From all control, and wheeling as they passed

From the sixth circuit to begin the seventh,

Smote front to front against the Barcan car.

And when that one disaster had befallen,

Each dashed against his neighbour and was thrown,

Till the whole plain was strewn with chariot-wreck.

Then the Athenian, skilled to ply the rein,

Drew on one side, and heaving to, let pass

The rider-crested surge that rolled i’ the midst.

Meanwhile Orestes, trusting to the end,

Was driving hindmost with tight rein; but now,

Seeing him left the sole competitor,

Hurling fierce clamour through his steeds, pursued:

So drave they yoke by yoke—now this, now that

Pulling ahead with car and team. Orestes,

Ill-fated one, each previous course had driven

Safely without a check, but after this,

In letting loose again the left-hand rein,

He struck the edge of the stone before he knew,

Shattering the axle’s end, and tumbled prone,

Caught in the reins, that dragged him with sharp thongs.

Then as he fell to the earth the horses swerved,

And roamed the field. The people when they saw

Him fallen from out the car, lamented loud

For the fair youth, who had achieved before them

Such glorious feats, and now had found such woe,—

Dashed on the ground, then tossed with legs aloft

Against the sky,—until the charioteers,

Hardly restraining the impetuous team,

Released him, covered so with blood that none,—

No friend who saw—had known his hapless form.

Which then we duly burned upon the pyre.

And straightway men appointed to the task

From all the Phocians bear his mighty frame—

Poor ashes! narrowed in a brazen urn,—

That he may find in his own fatherland

His share of sepulture.—Such our report,

Painful to hear, but unto us, who saw,

The mightiest horror that e’er met mine eye.

CH

Alas! the stock of our old masters, then,

Is utterly uprooted and destroyed.

CLY

O heavens! what shall I say? That this is well?

Or terrible, but gainful? Hard my lot,

To save my life through my calamity!

OLD M

Lady, why hath my speech disheartened thee?

CLY

To be a mother hath a marvellous power:

No injury can make one hate one’s child.

OLD M

German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 660 focus

Ihr fremden Frauen, ich vernähme gern von euch,

Ob dies das Haus Aegisthos', eures Herrschers, ist.
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Der Chor.

Das ist es, Fremdling: recht gerathen hast du selbst.

Der Pfleger.

Und rath' ich recht auch: steht sie hier, des Königes

Gemahl? Ihr Anblick kündet ja die Herrin an.

Der Chor.

Du trasst es richtig: eben sie erblickst du hier.

Der Pfleger.

Heil dir, o Fürstin! Frohe Kunden bring' ich dir
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Und auch Aegisthen, abgesandt von einem Freund.

Klytämnestra.

Willkommen sei die Rede; doch vor Allem laß

Mich erst erfahren, welcher Mann dich uns gesandt.

Der Pfleger.

Euch schickt der Phoker Phanoteus ein großes Wort.

Klytämnestra.

Was ist es, Fremdling? Rede! Denn vom Freund gesandt,
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Das weiß ich, bringst du sicher mir ein freundlich Wort.

Der Pfleger.

Todt ist Orestes; kurzgefaßt verkünd' ich es.

Elektra.

Weh mir! Des Todes bin ich, ach, an diesem Tag!

Klytämnestra.

Wie sagst du, Freund, was sagst du? Hör' auf diese nicht.

Der Pfleger.

Todt ist Orestes, sag' ich jezt, und sagt' ich schon.
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Elektra.

Ich Arme bin verloren, ach, ich bin dahin!

Klytämnestra.

Du treibe nur das Deine; mir indeß, o Freund,

Sag' an die Wahrheit: wie ereilt' ihn sein Geschick?

Der Pfleger.

English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 660 focus

With lavish hand bestowed on Menelaus?

Was he not then a base inhuman father \

Is this the royal palace of ^gisthus ?

Chorus

Stranger, it is.

Governor

And this — for such her form

And look majestic speak her — is his queen ;

Is it not so?

Chorus

It is.
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Governor

Great sovereign, hail !

With joyful news I come, and from a friend,

To thee and to ^-Egisthus.

C^LY. Strangei', welcome !

Say, first, from whom thy message 1

Governor

From Phanoteus
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A Phocian sends thee things of utmost nioment.
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Cly. Of moment gayst thou 1 What ? Impart them
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quick !
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Of friendly import, if from thence they come,
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I know they must be.
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Governor

Briefly then, 'tis this :

Orestes is no more.

Now am I lost indeed.

Cly. What sayst thou 1 Speak !

Regard not her — go on !

Governor

I say again,

Orestes is no more.

Electra

Then what am I?

I too am nothing.

Disturb us not — most welcome messenger !

Go on, I beg thee, let me hear it all !

Say how he died, tell every circumstance.

Governor
[to the Governor.

For that I came, and I will tell thee all.

Know then, Orestes at the Pythian games,

Eager for glory, met assembled Greece.

Soon as the herald's far-resounding voice

Proclaimed the course, the p^racpfnt ynnth appeared^

And was by all admired. Successful soon

He reached the goal, and bore his prize away.

Ne'er did these eyes behold such feats performed

By mortal strength ; in every course superior,

He rose victorious. Theme of every tongue

Was the brave Argive, great Atrides' son,

Who led the Grecian host. But oh ! in vain

Doth human valour strive when power divine

Pursues vindictive ! The succeeding morn

Uprose the sun, and with him all the train

Of youthful rivals in the chariot race :

One from Achaia, one from Sparta came,

Of Afric's sons advanced a noble pair.

And joined the throng. With these Orestes drove

His swift Thessalian steeds ; ^tolia next,

ELECTl

For yellow coursers famed ; and next Magnesin ;

And Athens, built by hands divine, sent forth

Her skilful charioteer ; an .^nian next

Drove his white liorses through the field ; and last

A brave Bieotian closed the warrior train.

And now in order ran/^ed, as each by lot

Determined stood, forth at the trumpet's sound

They rushed together, shook their gUttering reins,

And lashed their foaming coursers o'er the plain.

Loud was the din of rattling cars involved

In dusty clouds ; close on each other pressed

Tlie rival youths, together stopped, and turned

Together all, the hapless ^nian first :

His fiery steeds impatient of subjection,

Entangled on the Lybian chariot hung.

Confusion soon and terror through the crowd

Disastrous spread ; the jarring axles rung ;

Wheel within wheel now cracked, till Chrysa's field

Was with the scattered ruins quite o'erspread.

Th' Athenian cautious viewed the distant danger,

Drew in the rein, and turned his car aside,

Then passed them all. Orestes, who, secure

Of conquest, lagged behind, with eager pace

Now urged his rapid course, and swift pursued.

Sharp was the contest : now th' Athenian first,

And now Orestes o'er his coursers hung.

Now side by tide they ran. When to the last

And fatal goal, they came, Atrides' son,

As chance with slackened rein he turned the car,

Full on the pillar struck, tore from the wheel

Its brittle spokes, and from his seat down dropped

Precipitate. Entangled in the reins

His fiery coursers dragged him o'er the field,

Whilst shrieking crowds with pity viewed the

youth.

Whose gallant deeds deserved a better fate.

Scarce could they stop the rapid car, or loose

His mangled corse, so drenched in blood, so changed,

That scarce a friend could say it was Orestes.

Straight on the pile they burnt his sad remains,

And, in an urn enclosed, a chosen few

From Phocis sent have brought his ashes home,

To reap due honours in his native land.

Thus have I told thee all, a dreadful tale !

But, oh ! how far more dreadful to behold it.

And be like me a witness of the scene !

Chorus

Ah me ! the royal race, the ancient house
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Of my loved master is no more !
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Cly. Great Jove !
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Th' event was happy, but 'tis mixed with woe.
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//For, oh ! 'tis bitter to reflect that life V \
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Governor
[/ And safety must be purchased by misfortunes. ^

Why grieve you, madam ?

Cly. 'Tis a bitter task

To bring forth children ; though a mother 's wronged,

A mother cannot hate the babe she bore.

"TjI^ov. Then with ungrateful news in vain I came.

Cly. Oh no ! Most welcome is the man who brings

Such joyful tidings, that a thankless child

Is gone, who left a tender mother's arms

To live a voluntary exile from me \

Ne'er to these eyes returned, but absent raged.

And threatened vengeance for his murdered father.

Day had no rest for me, nor did the night

Bring needful slumbers — thoughts of instant death

Appalled me ever. But my fears are gone !

He cannot hurt me now, nor, worse than him,

This vile domestic plague, who haunts me still

To suck my vital blood \ but henceforth safe,

Spite of her threats, shall Clytemnestra live.

Electra

Now, my Orestes, I indeed must mourn

Thy cruel fate, embittered by reproach,

And from a mother's tongue. This is not v/ell.

Cly. With him it is, and would it were with thee !

Electra

Attend, O Nemesis ! and hear the dead !

Cly. She heard that voice which best deserved her

ear.

And her decrees are just.

Electra

Go on, proud woman ;

Insult us now, whilst fortune smiles upon thee

Cly. Dost thou then hope that we shall fall hei-e-

after?

Electra

No ; we are fallen ourselves, and cannot hurt

thee.

Cly. Thiice worthy is that messenger of joy

Whose gladsome news shall stop thy clamorous tongue.

Governor

English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 660 focus

From you, ye female Argives, may I learn,
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Is this the mansion of Mycenæ's king?

Chorus

Stranger, it is: thou hast conjectured well.

Attendant

And this, if not amiss I judge, his queen :

For in her port are dignity and grace.

Chorus

Well hast thou mark'd our sovereign: this is she.
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Attendant

Hail queen. I bring thee grateful tidings, sent
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By one to thee and to Ægisthus dear.
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Clytemnestra

I welcome thy address. But say by whom,

Bearing this friendly message, thou art sent.

From Phanoteus of Phocis, mighty queen :

Important are the tidings which he sends.

Clytemnestra

What are they, stranger? Tell me: from a friend

Nothing but friendly tidings wilt thou bring.

To speak in brief, Orestes is no more.

Attendant

FLEC. O wretched me! This day I am undone.
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Clytemnestra

What say'st thou, stranger, what? Regard not her.

Attendant

Again I say Orestes is no more.

Electra

Then I am nothing; I too am no more.

Clytemnestra

Attend thou to thine own concerns. To me

Attendant

Speak truly, stranger; tell me how he died.

And therefore was I sent: hear then the whole.

The glorious contest of the Grecian games

Led him to Delphi: when the herald's voice

Loudly proclaim'd the first, the rapid race,

He enter'd with a splendor that from all

Drew wonder and applause: that graceful form

Deceived not expectation; he first reach'd

The goal, and bore the honour'd prize away.

But, of his many deeds to speak in brief,

In skill and strength one equal I ne'er saw.

Know then at once 'midst the heroic games

In the five contests, as by law ordain'd,

To him the praise of conquest was assign'd,

By the presiding umpires' voice announced.

Applauding Greece the happy victor hail'd,

Call'd him an Argive, sounding loud his name,

Orestes

son of Agamemnon once

The leader of th' illustrious host of Greece.

Such was this day: but when some god decrees

His doom, not e'en the mighty can escape.

The next day's contest was the rapid course

Of rolling chariots. With the orient sun

Ardent 'midst many rivals he advanced;

One an Achæan, one from Sparta, two

From Libya, skill'd to rule the harness'd car:

With these Orestes, his Thessalian mares

Restraining: From Ætolia came a youth,

His coursers colour'd like the burnish'd gold:

Nor was Magnesia wanting to the course:

Proud of his snow white steeds an Ænian came,

One came from Athens built by hands divine;

The list of heroes a Bœotian closed.

Now standing where th' appointed umpires fix'd

By lot their stations, and arranged the cars,

Soon as the trumpet gave the signal, swift

They bounded from the barrier, cheer'd their steeds,

And tost their slacken'd reins; the rolling wheels

With thunder shook the plain, and clouds of dust

Rose to the skies. Together all were mix'd,

Nor spared the lash, impatient each to pass

The others axle and high-snorting steeds;

For o'er their backs and summits of the wheels

Their whitening foam they threw, and fiery breath.

But ever, the last pillar as he reach'd,

He drew his axle nigh, for on the right

He gave his steed the reins, the nearer curb'd.

Thus far the rapid cars roll'd on erect;

Till now the Ænian's wild unmanaged steeds

Broke from the ground, and at the seventh return

Reckless their fronts with headstrong fury dash'd

Against the Lybian chariot. From this shock

Of one, wheel clash'd with shatter'd wheel, and fell;

The wreck of cars fill'd all the Phocian plain.

This saw th' Athenian, and, with skilful hand

Wheeling aloof, his courser's speed restrain'd,

And pass'd the wide confusion of the storm

Roll'd in the middle course. His steeds behind

Orestes

the last, but high in hope

Foremost to reach the goal: but when he saw

One only left his rival for the prize,

With sharper voice he cheer'd his flying mares,

And follow'd close. Now side by side they drove,

Now one, the other now, his coursers' heads-

Push'd forward. All his other courses safe

Now pass'd, firm in his car, its wheels erect,

Orestes on the left relax'd the rein,

And, as his courser round the pillar wheel'd,

Dash'd unawares against it; in the nave

The axle broke, and roll'd him o'er the car

Entangled in the reins: his steeds uncheck'd

Break forth at large, and bound amidst the course.

But when th' assembly saw him from the car

Hurl'd headlong, they with cries deplored the youth,

His gallant actions, and his hapless fate,

As low his head was trail'd along the ground.

And now th' attendant train, his fiery steeds

Scarce check'd, unbound him so deform'd with gore

That not a friend could know the mangled corse.

The funeral pile was raised, the body burn'd,

And to some Phocians is the charge assign'd

With speed to his paternal land to bear

The poor cold ashes of the mighty man

Closed in a narrow urn, that this dear land,

Which gave him birth, may bear his honour'd tomb.

Theseus

lady, are the tidings which I bring,
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How mournful to relate! But to behold,
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As we beheld it-misery never show'd
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Chorus
Scene of like horror to my aching eyes.

Alas, alas! Our lord's imperial stem,
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Honour'd so long, is perish'd from its roots.
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Clytemnestra

What an event is this! Almighty Jove,
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Shall I with joy receive it, or with grief?
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It brings advantage: yet it grieves my soul
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To gain the safety of my life by ills.
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Attendant

Why at these tidings, lady, sink with grief?
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Clytemnestra

Nature will touch a mother: though with wrongs
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Attendant

Her heart be rent, she cannot hate her child.
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Unthank'd is he that brings unwelcome news.
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Clytemnestra

Why should'st thou say unwelcome and unthank'd?

It is not so: thou bring'st me certain proofs

That he is dead, who, born of me, renounced

My breasts, and all a mother's nurturing care,

Became a fugitive, with strangers lived,

And never saw me since he left this land,

But charged his father's murder on my head,

And menaced fierce revenge; so that by night

Sleep never closed mine eyes, nor sweet repose

By day was mine; but each imperious hour

Appall'd me as a victim mark'd for death.

But now, this day, my terrors are no more

From her, or him; she was the greater pést, ***

A fury nourish'd in my house, that wish'd

To lap my blood: but from their threats secure

I now shall pass my fearless life in peace.

Electra

A wretched me! I now have cause to mourn

Thy wretched fate, Orestes, e'en in death

Thus taunted by a mother. Is this well?

Clytemnestra

Not well with thee; but it is well with him..

Electra

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mvp-comment-380-1 ἦ καὶ ¹

mvp-comment-380-2 ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ ²

mvp-comment-380-3 πρέπ<*> γὰρ ³

mvp-comment-381-1 μάλιστα πάντων ⁴

mvp-comment-381-2 ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα ⁵

mvp-comment-381-3 666 f. The ὦ ⁶ χαῖρε ⁷

mvp-comment-382-1 ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν ⁸

mvp-comment-382-2 Instant recognition of an utterance as well-omened was a way of appropriating the omen. The proper formula was

δέχομαι τὸν οἰωνόν

τὸν ὄρνιν

( Her. 9. 91 ; Ar. Pl. 63 ). But

δέχομαι

alone was enough ( Xen. An. 1. 8. 17 : cp. Aesch. Ag. 1653

δεχομένοις λέγεις θανεῖν σε

). The phrase used here recurs in Her. 8. 114

δεξάμενος τὸ ῥηθὲν ἀπαλλάσσετο

: cp. also Eur. El. 622

προσηκάμην τὸ ῥηθέν

mvp-comment-382-3 εἰδέναι … σου ⁹

mvp-comment-383-1 Φανοτεὺς ¹⁰

mvp-comment-383-2 πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα ¹¹

mvp-comment-384-1 τὸ ποῖον ¹²

mvp-comment-385-1 ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς ¹³

mvp-comment-386-1 τί φής, τί φής ¹⁴ ξεῖνε ¹⁵

mvp-comment-386-2 ταύτης ¹⁶

mvp-comment-387-1 νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι ¹⁷

mvp-comment-388-1 οὐδέν εἰμ’ ἔτι ¹⁸

mvp-comment-389-1 τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσς’ ¹⁹

mvp-comment-389-2 διόλλυται ²⁰

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

660. mvp-comment-300-1 The coming-in of the Old Man prepares the way for the peripeteia by obtaining entrance for the disguised Orestes. It also brings out the heroic character of Electra, by reducing her to a position of despair, and makes more effective her subsequent recognition of Orestes.

660. mvp-comment-300-2 ξέναι] He speaks as a Phocian.

660. mvp-comment-300-3 The coming-in of the Old Man prepares the way for the peripeteia by obtaining entrance for the disguised Orestes. It also brings out the heroic character of Electra, by reducing her to a position of despair, and makes more effective her subsequent recognition of Orestes.

660. mvp-comment-300-4 ξέναι] He speaks as a Phocian.

663. mvp-comment-301-1 δάμαρτα] Sc. οὖσαν.

663. mvp-comment-301-2 δάμαρτα] Sc. οὖσαν.

664. mvp-comment-302-1 πρέπει . . εἰσορᾶν] Though no longer Queen of Agamemnon, the daughter of Tyndareus still wears a royal mien.

664. mvp-comment-302-2 πρέπει . . εἰσορᾶν] Though no longer Queen of Agamemnon, the daughter of Tyndareus still wears a royal mien.

667. mvp-comment-303-1 φίλου παρ᾿ ἀνδρός] Phanoteus, as the enemy of Strophius, Agamemnon's friend, is imagined to be the close ally of Aegisthus. Cp. supr. 45, and note.

667. mvp-comment-303-2 φίλου παρ᾽ ἀνδρός] Phanoteus, as the enemy of Strophius, Agamemnon's friend, is imagined to be the close ally of Aegisthus. Cp. supr. 45, and note.

668. mvp-comment-304-1 ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν] I accept the omen.' For this customary mode of appropriating auspicious words, cp. Hdt. 1. 63, Πεισίστρατος δέ, συλλαβὼν τὸ χρηστήριον, καὶ φὰς δέκεσθαι τὸ χρησθέν, ἐπῆγε τὴν στρατιήν: Aesch. Ag. 1652, 3, ΑΙ. .. πρόκωπος οὐκ ἀναίνομαι θανεῖν. | ΧΟ. δεχομένοις λέγεις θανεῖν σε.

668. mvp-comment-304-2 ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν] I accept the omen.' For this customary mode of appropriating auspicious words, cp. Hdt. 1. 63, Πεισίστρατος δέ, συλλαβὼν τὸ χρηστήριον, καὶ φὰς δέκεσθαι τὸ χρησθέν, ἐπῆγε τὴν στρατιήν: Aesch. Ag. 1652, 3, ΑΙ. .. πρόκωπος οὐκ ἀναίνομαι θανεῖν. | ΧΟ. δεχομένοις λέγεις θανεῖν σε.

670. mvp-comment-305-1 πρᾶγμα.. μέγα] 'Having on his hands the care of a great matter.' The report is identified with the event.

670. mvp-comment-305-2 πρᾶγμα.. μέγα] 'Having on his hands the care of a great matter.' The report is identified with the event.

675. mvp-comment-306-1 τί φής, τί φής...] For this eager repetition, cp. O. C. 1099, ΟΙ. ποῦ ποῦ; τί φής; πῶς εἶπας; ΑΝ. ὦ πάτερ, πάτερ, κ.τ.λ.

675. mvp-comment-306-2 τί φής, τί φής...] For this eager repetition, cp. O. C. 1099, ΟΙ. ποῦ ποῦ; τί φής; πῶς εἶπας; ΑΝ. ὦ πάτερ, πάτερ, κ.τ.λ.

676. mvp-comment-307-1 I have been saying all this while, and now repeat, that Orestes is dead.' For the participial construction, ср. О. Т. 463-5, and note.

676. mvp-comment-307-2 I have been saying all this while, and now repeat, that Orestes is dead.' For the participial construction, ср. О. Т. 463-5, and note.

678. mvp-comment-308-1 σὺ μὲν . . πρᾶσσ'] 'You, mind your own affairs!' i. e. Do not interrupt us.

678. mvp-comment-308-2 σὺ μὲν . . πρᾶσσ'] 'You, mind your own affairs!' i. e. Do not interrupt us.

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Paedagogus Foreign ladies, how might I know for certain if this be the palace of the king Aegisthus? 660

Chorus This is the palace, stranger; you yourself have guessed correctly.

Paedagogus And am I on target when I surmise that this lady is his wife? She is indeed regal to look upon.

Chorus Exactly right; this is she before you. 665

Paedagogus Greetings, royal lady! I bring happy news to you and to Aegisthus from a friend.

Clytaemnestra I welcome your greeting; but I would like first to know who may have sent you.

Paedagogus Phanoteus the Phocian provided me the weighty task. 670

Clytaemnestra And what is it, sir? Tell me. Coming from a friend you will bring, I know, a kindly message.

Paedagogus Orestes is dead, to put it briefly.

Electra Oh, miserable me! My ruin comes today!

Clytaemnestra What, friend? What did you say? Do not listen to her! 675

Paedagogus I said, and say again, Orestes is dead.

Electra This is my wretched end! I am no more!

Clytaemnestra To Electra. You, go about your business! But you, sir, tell me exactly in what manner he was destroyed.

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ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς 660 εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματ᾿ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

ΧΟ. τάδ᾽ ἐστίν, ὦ ξέν. αὐτὸς εἴκασας καλῶς.

ΠΑ. ἢ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδ᾽ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

ΧΟ. μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα. 665

ΠΑ. ὦ χαῖρ᾽, ἄνασσα. σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους ἡδεῖς φίλου παρ᾽ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θ᾽ ὁμοῦ.

ΚΛ. ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου πρώτιστα χρήζω, τίς σ᾽ om. LF add C2 or 4 ἀπέστειλεν ἀπέστειλεν L. ἀπέστειλε A. βροτῶν.

ΠΑ. Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα. 670

ΚΛ. τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξέν'; εἰπέ, παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ἂν ἀνδρός, σάφ' οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

ΠΑ. τέθνηκ᾽ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

ΗΛ. ο ἰ ἐγὼ ἐγὼ LAFL Pal. τάλαιν, ὄλωλα τῇδ᾽ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

ΚΛ. τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε. 675

ΠΑ. θανόντ᾽ Ορέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω γρ. τότ᾽ ἐννέπω Co interl. πάλαι λέγω Γ. πάλιν λέγω Pal..

ΗΛ. ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμ᾿ ἔτι.

ΚΛ. σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσ᾽, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε, τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται ;

ΠΑ.

Παιδαγωγός ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς 660 εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματʼ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

Χορός τάδʼ ἐστίν, ὦ ξένʼ· αὐτὸς ᾔκασας καλῶς.

Παιδαγωγός ἦ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδʼ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

Χορός μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα. 665

Παιδαγωγός ὦ χαῖρʼ, ἄνασσα· σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους ἡδεῖς φίλου παρʼ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θʼ ὁμοῦ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου πρώτιστα χρῄζω τίς σʼ ἀπέστειλεν βροτῶν.

Παιδαγωγός Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα. 670

Κλυταιμνήστρα τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξένʼ; εἰπέ· παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ὢν ἀνδρός, σάφʼ οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

Παιδαγωγός τέθνηκʼ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα οἲ ʼγὼ τάλαινʼ, ὄλωλα τῇδʼ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε. 675

Παιδαγωγός θανόντʼ Ὀρέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμʼ ἔτι.

Κλυταιμνήστρα σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσʼ, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε, τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται;

Kind dames and damsels, may I clearly know 660 If these be King Aegisthus’ palace-halls?

CH They are, sir; you yourself have guessed aright.

OLD M May I guess further that in yonder dame I see his queen? She looks right royally.

CH ’Tis she,—no other,—whom your eyes behold. 665

OLD M Princess, all hail! To thee and to thy spouse I come with words of gladness from a friend.

CLY That auspice I accept. But I would first Learn from thee who of men hath sent thee forth?

OLD M Phanoteus the Phocian, with a charge of weight. 670

CLY Declare it, stranger. Coming from a friend, Thou bring’st us friendly tidings, I feel sure.

OLD M Orestes’ death. Ye have the sum in brief.

EL Ah me! undone! This day hath ruined me.

CLY What? Let me hear again. Regard her not. 675

OLD M Again I say it, Orestes is no more.

EL Undone! undone! Farewell to life and hope!

CLY (). See thou to thine own case! () Now, stranger, tell me In true discourse the manner of his death.

CH Alas! the stock of our old masters, then, Is utterly uprooted and destroyed.

CLY O heavens! what shall I say? That this is well? Or terrible, but gainful? Hard my lot, To save my life through my calamity!

OLD M Lady, why hath my speech disheartened thee?

CLY To be a mother hath a marvellous power: No injury can make one hate one’s child.

OLD M

Ihr fremden Frauen, ich vernähme gern von euch, Ob dies das Haus Aegisthos', eures Herrschers, ist. 645

Der Chor. Das ist es, Fremdling: recht gerathen hast du selbst.

Der Pfleger. Und rath' ich recht auch: steht sie hier, des Königes Gemahl? Ihr Anblick kündet ja die Herrin an.

Der Chor. Du trasst es richtig: eben sie erblickst du hier.

Der Pfleger. Heil dir, o Fürstin! Frohe Kunden bring' ich dir 650 Und auch Aegisthen, abgesandt von einem Freund.

Klytämnestra. Willkommen sei die Rede; doch vor Allem laß Mich erst erfahren, welcher Mann dich uns gesandt.

Der Pfleger. Euch schickt der Phoker Phanoteus ein großes Wort.

Klytämnestra. Was ist es, Fremdling? Rede! Denn vom Freund gesandt, 655 Das weiß ich, bringst du sicher mir ein freundlich Wort.

Der Pfleger. Todt ist Orestes; kurzgefaßt verkünd' ich es.

Elektra. Weh mir! Des Todes bin ich, ach, an diesem Tag!

Klytämnestra. Wie sagst du, Freund, was sagst du? Hör' auf diese nicht.

Der Pfleger. Todt ist Orestes, sag' ich jezt, und sagt' ich schon. 660

Elektra. Ich Arme bin verloren, ach, ich bin dahin!

Klytämnestra. Du treibe nur das Deine; mir indeß, o Freund, Sag' an die Wahrheit: wie ereilt' ihn sein Geschick?

Der Pfleger.

Paedagogus

Foreign ladies, how might I know for certain if this be the palace of the king Aegisthus?
660

Chorus

This is the palace, stranger; you yourself have guessed correctly.

Paedagogus

And am I on target when I surmise that this lady is his wife? She is indeed regal to look upon.

Chorus

Exactly right; this is she before you.
665

Paedagogus

Greetings, royal lady! I bring happy news to you and to Aegisthus from a friend.

Clytaemnestra

I welcome your greeting; but I would like first to know who may have sent you.

Paedagogus

Phanoteus the Phocian provided me the weighty task.
670

Clytaemnestra

And what is it, sir? Tell me. Coming from a friend you will bring, I know, a kindly message.

Paedagogus

Orestes is dead, to put it briefly.

Electra

Oh, miserable me! My ruin comes today!

Clytaemnestra

What, friend? What did you say? Do not listen to her!
675

Paedagogus

I said, and say again, Orestes is dead.

Electra

This is my wretched end! I am no more!

Clytaemnestra
To Electra.

You, go about your business! But you, sir, tell me exactly in what manner he was destroyed.

ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς
660

εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματ᾿ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

ΧΟ.

τάδ᾽ ἐστίν, ὦ ξέν. αὐτὸς εἴκασας καλῶς.

ΠΑ.

ἢ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδ᾽ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ

κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

ΧΟ.

μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα.
665

ΠΑ.

ὦ χαῖρ᾽, ἄνασσα. σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους

ἡδεῖς φίλου παρ᾽ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θ᾽ ὁμοῦ.

ΚΛ.

ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου

πρώτιστα χρήζω, τίς σ᾽ om. LF add C2 or 4 ἀπέστειλεν ἀπέστειλεν L. ἀπέστειλε A. βροτῶν.

ΠΑ.

Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα.
670

ΚΛ.

τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξέν'; εἰπέ, παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ἂν

ἀνδρός, σάφ' οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

ΠΑ.

τέθνηκ᾽ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

ΗΛ.

ο ἰ ἐγὼ ἐγὼ LAFL Pal. τάλαιν, ὄλωλα τῇδ᾽ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

ΚΛ.

τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε.
675

ΠΑ.

θανόντ᾽ Ορέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω γρ. τότ᾽ ἐννέπω Co interl. πάλαι λέγω Γ. πάλιν λέγω Pal..

ΗΛ.

ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμ᾿ ἔτι.

ΚΛ.

σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσ᾽, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε,

τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται ;

Παιδαγωγός

ξέναι γυναῖκες, πῶς ἂν εἰδείην σαφῶς
660

εἰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματʼ Αἰγίσθου τάδε;

Χορός

τάδʼ ἐστίν, ὦ ξένʼ· αὐτὸς ᾔκασας καλῶς.

Παιδαγωγός

ἦ καὶ δάμαρτα τήνδʼ ἐπεικάζων κυρῶ

κείνου; πρέπει γὰρ ὡς τύραννος εἰσορᾶν.

Χορός

μάλιστα πάντων· ἥδε σοι κείνη πάρα.
665

Παιδαγωγός

ὦ χαῖρʼ, ἄνασσα· σοὶ φέρων ἥκω λόγους

ἡδεῖς φίλου παρʼ ἀνδρὸς Αἰγίσθῳ θʼ ὁμοῦ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

ἐδεξάμην τὸ ῥηθέν· εἰδέναι δέ σου

πρώτιστα χρῄζω τίς σʼ ἀπέστειλεν βροτῶν.

Παιδαγωγός

Φανοτεὺς ὁ Φωκεύς, πρᾶγμα πορσύνων μέγα.
670

Κλυταιμνήστρα

τὸ ποῖον, ὦ ξένʼ; εἰπέ· παρὰ φίλου γὰρ ὢν

ἀνδρός, σάφʼ οἶδα, προσφιλεῖς λέξεις λόγους.

Παιδαγωγός

τέθνηκʼ Ὀρέστης· ἐν βραχεῖ ξυνθεὶς λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα

οἲ ʼγὼ τάλαινʼ, ὄλωλα τῇδʼ ἐν ἡμέρᾳ.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

τί φής, τί φής, ὦ ξεῖνε; μὴ ταύτης κλύε.
675

Παιδαγωγός

θανόντʼ Ὀρέστην νῦν τε καὶ πάλαι λέγω.

Ἠλέκτρα

ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, οὐδέν εἰμʼ ἔτι.

Κλυταιμνήστρα

σὺ μὲν τὰ σαυτῆς πρᾶσσʼ, ἐμοὶ δὲ σύ, ξένε,

τἀληθὲς εἰπέ, τῷ τρόπῳ διόλλυται;

Kind dames and damsels, may I clearly know
660

If these be King Aegisthus’ palace-halls?

CH

They are, sir; you yourself have guessed aright.

OLD M

May I guess further that in yonder dame

I see his queen? She looks right royally.

CH

’Tis she,—no other,—whom your eyes behold.
665

OLD M

Princess, all hail! To thee and to thy spouse

I come with words of gladness from a friend.

CLY

That auspice I accept. But I would first

Learn from thee who of men hath sent thee forth?

OLD M

Phanoteus the Phocian, with a charge of weight.
670

CLY

Declare it, stranger. Coming from a friend,

Thou bring’st us friendly tidings, I feel sure.

OLD M

Orestes’ death. Ye have the sum in brief.

EL

Ah me! undone! This day hath ruined me.

CLY

What? Let me hear again. Regard her not.
675

OLD M

Again I say it, Orestes is no more.

EL

Undone! undone! Farewell to life and hope!

CLY

().

See thou to thine own case! () Now, stranger, tell me

In true discourse the manner of his death.

CH

Alas! the stock of our old masters, then,

Is utterly uprooted and destroyed.

CLY

O heavens! what shall I say? That this is well?

Or terrible, but gainful? Hard my lot,

To save my life through my calamity!

OLD M

Lady, why hath my speech disheartened thee?

CLY

To be a mother hath a marvellous power:

No injury can make one hate one’s child.

Ihr fremden Frauen, ich vernähme gern von euch,

Ob dies das Haus Aegisthos', eures Herrschers, ist.
645

Der Chor.

Das ist es, Fremdling: recht gerathen hast du selbst.

Der Pfleger.

Und rath' ich recht auch: steht sie hier, des Königes

Gemahl? Ihr Anblick kündet ja die Herrin an.

Der Chor.

Du trasst es richtig: eben sie erblickst du hier.

Der Pfleger.

Heil dir, o Fürstin! Frohe Kunden bring' ich dir
650

Und auch Aegisthen, abgesandt von einem Freund.

Klytämnestra.

Willkommen sei die Rede; doch vor Allem laß

Mich erst erfahren, welcher Mann dich uns gesandt.

Der Pfleger.

Euch schickt der Phoker Phanoteus ein großes Wort.

Klytämnestra.

Was ist es, Fremdling? Rede! Denn vom Freund gesandt,
655

Das weiß ich, bringst du sicher mir ein freundlich Wort.

Der Pfleger.

Todt ist Orestes; kurzgefaßt verkünd' ich es.

Elektra.

Weh mir! Des Todes bin ich, ach, an diesem Tag!

Klytämnestra.

Wie sagst du, Freund, was sagst du? Hör' auf diese nicht.

Der Pfleger.

Todt ist Orestes, sag' ich jezt, und sagt' ich schon.
660

Elektra.

Ich Arme bin verloren, ach, ich bin dahin!

Klytämnestra.

Du treibe nur das Deine; mir indeß, o Freund,

Sag' an die Wahrheit: wie ereilt' ihn sein Geschick?

With lavish hand bestowed on Menelaus?

Was he not then a base inhuman father \

Chorus

Stranger, it is.

Governor

And this — for such her form

And look majestic speak her — is his queen ;

Is it not so?

Chorus

It is.
665

Governor

Great sovereign, hail !

With joyful news I come, and from a friend,

To thee and to ^-Egisthus.

C^LY. Strangei', welcome !

Say, first, from whom thy message 1

Governor

From Phanoteus
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A Phocian sends thee things of utmost nioment.
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Cly. Of moment gayst thou 1 What ? Impart them
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quick !
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Of friendly import, if from thence they come,
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I know they must be.
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