Sophocles Philoctetes 66

ed. Lewis Campbell

τούτων γὰρ οὐδέν μ᾿ οὐδέμ οὐδέμ᾽ οὐδέν μ' οὐδὲν ἀλγυνεῖς ἀλγυνεῖ· εἰ δ᾽ ἐργάσει

Philoctetes. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.

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Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 66 focus
PHI
Hast not even heard my name,
Nor echoing rumour of my ruinous woe?
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 54 focus
Und was begehrst du?
Strebe Philoktetes' Geist
Mir schlau zu hintergehen durch der Rede Kunst.
55
Sobald er anfragt, wer du seist, aus welchem Land,
So sprich: „Achilleus' Sohn"; in diesem rede wahr:
Du schiffest heimwärts, habest dort der Danaer
Schiffsheer verlassen, dem du zürnst in schwerem Zorn,
Das aus der Heimat dich gelockt durch langes Fleh'n,
60
Weil, Ilion zu stürzen, so nur möglich sei,
Und doch dich nicht gewürdigt, dir des Vaters Wehr
Zu geben, die du kommend als dein Recht begehrt,
Nein, ich, Odysseus, habe sie: und sage dann
Von mir das Aergste, Schmach um Schmach, so viel du willst.
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Mich kränkst du damit nimmermehr; doch, thust du's nicht,
So bringst du Sammer über Argos' ganzes Heer.
Denn wird des Mannes Bogen nicht entwandt von uns,
So kannst du Troja's Veste nicht bewältigen.
Warum ich selbst nicht, sondern du allein dich ihm
70
Getrost und sicher nähern kannst, das höre nun.
Du schifftest, Keinem zugethan durch Eidesschwur, 1
Nach Troja, nicht gezwungen, nicht im ersten Zug; 2
Mir steht von allem diesem Nichts zu läugnen an.
Drum wenn er, seines Bogens Herr, mich hier gewahrt,
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Bin ich verloren und verderbe dich mit mir.
Hier also gilt es eine List, wir müssen spähn,
Wie du der unbesiegten Wehr den Mann beraubst.
Wohl hat, ich weiß es, die Natur dich nicht gemacht
Zu solchen Reden, noch zu Trug und Hinterlist;
80
Doch reizend ist es, einzufah'n des Sieges Glück;
So wag' es; künftig handeln wir dann wieder gut.
Sezt gib dich nur für eines Tages kurze Frist
Mir hin zu dreister Lüge; für die Folge dann
Laß dich den Frömmsten nennen, der auf Erden ist!
85
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 66 focus
Philoctetes
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Alas ! how hateful to the gods,
How very poor a wretch must 1 be then,
That Greece should never hear of woes like mine !
But they who sent me hither, they concealed them,
And smile triumphant, whilst my cruel wounds
Grow deeper still. O, sprung from great Achilles !
Behold before thee Psean's wretched son,
255
With whom, a chance but thou hast heard, remain
255
The dreadful arrows of renowned Alcides,
255
Whom the Atridse and the vile Ulysses
255
Inhuman left, distempered as I was
255
By the envenomed serpent's deep-felt wound.
255
Soon as they saw that, with long toil oppressed.
Sleep had o'ertaken me on the hollow rock.
There did they leave me when from Chrysa's shore
They bent their fatal course ; a little food
And these few rags were all they would bestow.
Such one day be their fate ! Alas ! my son.
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How dreadful, thinkst thou, was that waking to me,
When from my sleep I rose and saw them not !
How did I weep ! and mourn my wretched state !
When not a ship remained of all the fleet
That brought me here — no kind companion left
To minister or needful food or balm
To my sad wounds. On every side I looked,
And nothing saw but woe ; of that indeed
Measure too fuU. For day succeeded day.
And still no comfort came ; myself alone
Could to myself the means of life afford,
In this poor grotto. On my bow I lived :
The winged dove, which my sharp arrow slew,
With pain I brought into my little hut,
And feasted there ; then from the broken ico
1 slaked my thirst, or crept into the woocl
For useful fuel ; from the stricken flint
I drew the latent spark, that warms me still
And still revives. This with my humble roof
Preserve me, son. But, oh ! my wounds remain.
Thou seest an island desolate and waste ;
No friendly port nor hopes of gain to tenjpt,
Nor host to welcome in the traveller ;
Few seek the wild inhospitable shore.
By adverse winds, sometimes th' unwilling guests,
As well thou mayst suppose, were hither driven ;
But when they came, they only pitied me.
Gave me a little food, or better garb
To shield me from the cold ; in vain 1 prayed
That they would bear me to my native soil,
For none would listen. Here for ten long years
Have 1 remained, whilst misery and famine
Keep fresh my wounds, and double my misfortune.
This have th' Atridae and Ulysses done.
And may the gods with equal woes repay them !
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 66 focus
Philoctetes
Hast thou too suffer'd from them? Is thy rage
'Gainst their destructive guilt, like mine, inflamed ?
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1-130 focus

Commentary

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

66. mvp-comment-48-1 τούτων.. οὐδέν] In nought of this.' Sc. λέγων or ποιῶν. Cp. infr. 1021, 2, ἐγὼ δ᾽ ἀλγύνομαι | τοῦτ᾽ αὐτό, where the accusative similarly expresses the cause.

66-67. mvp-comment-49-1 For μή emphatically postponed, see Essay on L. § 41. p. 78. βαλεῖς = προσβαλεῖς. See Essay on L. § 55. p. 101, 4, and cp. Eur. Phoen. 1535, σκότον ὄμμασι βαλών.