γλῶσσαν μὲν ἀργόν, χεῖρα δ' εἶχον ἐργάτιν·
Philoctetes. Sophocles. ed. Lewis Campbell. Oxford. 1879.
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Χορός
τί χρὴ τί χρή με, δέσποτʼ, ἐν ξένᾳ ξένον
135
στέγειν ἢ τί λέγειν πρὸς ἄνδρʼ ὑπόπταν;
φράζε μοι. τέχνα γὰρ
τέχνας ἑτέρας προύχει
καὶ γνώμα παρʼ ὅτῳ τὸ θεῖον
Διὸς σκῆπτρον ἀνάσσεται.
140
σὲ δʼ, ὦ τέκνον, τόδʼ ἐλήλυθεν
πᾶν κράτος ὠγύγιον· τό μοι ἔννεπε
τί σοι χρεὼν ὑπουργεῖν.
τί χρὴ τί χρή με, δέσποτʼ, ἐν ξένᾳ ξένον
135
στέγειν ἢ τί λέγειν πρὸς ἄνδρʼ ὑπόπταν;
φράζε μοι. τέχνα γὰρ
τέχνας ἑτέρας προύχει
καὶ γνώμα παρʼ ὅτῳ τὸ θεῖον
Διὸς σκῆπτρον ἀνάσσεται.
140
σὲ δʼ, ὦ τέκνον, τόδʼ ἐλήλυθεν
πᾶν κράτος ὠγύγιον· τό μοι ἔννεπε
τί σοι χρεὼν ὑπουργεῖν.
Νεοπτόλεμος
νῦν μέν, ἴσως γὰρ τόπον ἐσχατιαῖς
προσιδεῖν ἐθέλεις ὅντινα κεῖται,
145
δέρκου θαρσῶν· ὁπόταν δὲ μόλῃ
δεινὸς ὁδίτης, τῶνδʼ οὑκ μελάθρων
πρὸς ἐμὴν αἰεὶ χεῖρα προχωρῶν
πειρῶ τὸ παρὸν θεραπεύειν.
νῦν μέν, ἴσως γὰρ τόπον ἐσχατιαῖς
προσιδεῖν ἐθέλεις ὅντινα κεῖται,
145
δέρκου θαρσῶν· ὁπόταν δὲ μόλῃ
δεινὸς ὁδίτης, τῶνδʼ οὑκ μελάθρων
πρὸς ἐμὴν αἰεὶ χεῖρα προχωρῶν
πειρῶ τὸ παρὸν θεραπεύειν.
Χορός
μέλον πάλαι μέλημά μοι λέγεις, ἄναξ,
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φρουρεῖν ὄμμʼ ἐπὶ σῷ μάλιστα καιρῷ·
νῦν δέ μοι λέγʼ, αὐλὰς
ποίας ἔνεδρος ναίει
καὶ χῶρον τίνʼ ἔχει. τὸ γάρ μοι
μαθεῖν οὐκ ἀποκαίριον,
155
μὴ προσπεσών με λάθῃ ποθέν·
τίς τόπος ἢ τίς ἕδρα; τίνʼ ἔχει στίβον,
ἔναυλον ἢ θυραῖον;
μέλον πάλαι μέλημά μοι λέγεις, ἄναξ,
150
φρουρεῖν ὄμμʼ ἐπὶ σῷ μάλιστα καιρῷ·
νῦν δέ μοι λέγʼ, αὐλὰς
ποίας ἔνεδρος ναίει
καὶ χῶρον τίνʼ ἔχει. τὸ γάρ μοι
μαθεῖν οὐκ ἀποκαίριον,
155
μὴ προσπεσών με λάθῃ ποθέν·
τίς τόπος ἢ τίς ἕδρα; τίνʼ ἔχει στίβον,
ἔναυλον ἢ θυραῖον;
Νεοπτόλεμος
οἶκον μὲν ὁρᾷς τόνδʼ ἀμφίθυρον
πετρίνης κοίτης.
160
οἶκον μὲν ὁρᾷς τόνδʼ ἀμφίθυρον
πετρίνης κοίτης.
160
Χορός
ποῦ γὰρ ὁ τλήμων αὐτὸς ἄπεστιν;
ποῦ γὰρ ὁ τλήμων αὐτὸς ἄπεστιν;
Νεοπτόλεμος
δῆλον ἔμοιγʼ ὡς φορβῆς χρείᾳ
στίβον ὀγμεύει τῇδε πέλας που.
ταύτην γὰρ ἔχειν βιοτῆς αὐτὸν
λόγος ἐστὶ φύσιν, θηροβολοῦντα
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πτηνοῖς ἰοῖς στυγερὸν στυγερῶς,
οὐδέ τινʼ αὐτῷ
παιῶνα κακῶν ἐπινωμᾶν.
δῆλον ἔμοιγʼ ὡς φορβῆς χρείᾳ
στίβον ὀγμεύει τῇδε πέλας που.
ταύτην γὰρ ἔχειν βιοτῆς αὐτὸν
λόγος ἐστὶ φύσιν, θηροβολοῦντα
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πτηνοῖς ἰοῖς στυγερὸν στυγερῶς,
οὐδέ τινʼ αὐτῷ
παιῶνα κακῶν ἐπινωμᾶν.
Χορός
οἰκτίρω νιν ἔγωγʼ, ὅπως,
μή του κηδομένου βροτῶν
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μηδὲ ξύντροφον ὄμμʼ ἔχων,
δύστανος, μόνος ἀεί,
νοσεῖ μὲν νόσον ἀγρίαν,
ἀλύει δʼ ἐπὶ παντί τῳ
χρείας ἱσταμένῳ. πῶς ποτε πῶς δύσμορος ἀντέχει;
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ὦ παλάμαι θεῶν,
ὦ δύστανα γένη βροτῶν,
οἷς μὴ μέτριος αἰών.
οἰκτίρω νιν ἔγωγʼ, ὅπως,
μή του κηδομένου βροτῶν
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μηδὲ ξύντροφον ὄμμʼ ἔχων,
δύστανος, μόνος ἀεί,
νοσεῖ μὲν νόσον ἀγρίαν,
ἀλύει δʼ ἐπὶ παντί τῳ
χρείας ἱσταμένῳ. πῶς ποτε πῶς δύσμορος ἀντέχει;
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ὦ παλάμαι θεῶν,
ὦ δύστανα γένη βροτῶν,
οἷς μὴ μέτριος αἰών.
Χορός
οὗτος πρωτογόνων ἴσως
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οἴκων οὐδενὸς ὕστερος,
πάντων ἄμμορος ἐν βίῳ
κεῖται μοῦνος ἀπʼ ἄλλων,
στικτῶν ἢ λασίων μετὰ
θηρῶν, ἔν τʼ ὀδύναις ὁμοῦ
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λιμῷ τʼ οἰκτρός, ἀνήκεστα μεριμνήματʼ ἔχων· ὀρεί-
α δʼ ἀθυρόστομος
Ἀχὼ τηλεφανὴς πικραῖς
οἰμωγαῖς ὑπακούει.
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οὗτος πρωτογόνων ἴσως
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οἴκων οὐδενὸς ὕστερος,
πάντων ἄμμορος ἐν βίῳ
κεῖται μοῦνος ἀπʼ ἄλλων,
στικτῶν ἢ λασίων μετὰ
θηρῶν, ἔν τʼ ὀδύναις ὁμοῦ
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λιμῷ τʼ οἰκτρός, ἀνήκεστα μεριμνήματʼ ἔχων· ὀρεί-
α δʼ ἀθυρόστομος
Ἀχὼ τηλεφανὴς πικραῖς
οἰμωγαῖς ὑπακούει.
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Νεοπτόλεμος
οὐδὲν τούτων θαυμαστὸν ἐμοί·
θεῖα γάρ, εἴπερ κἀγώ τι φρονῶ,
καὶ τὰ παθήματα κεῖνα πρὸς αὐτὸν
τῆς ὠμόφρονος Χρύσης ἐπέβη,
καὶ νῦν ἃ πονεῖ δίχα κηδεμόνων,
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οὐκ ἔσθʼ ὡς οὐ θεῶν του μελέτῃ
τοῦ μὴ πρότερον τόνδʼ ἐπὶ Τροίᾳ
τεῖναι τὰ θεῶν ἀμάχητα βέλη,
πρὶν ὅδʼ ἐξήκοι χρόνος, ᾧ λέγεται
χρῆναί σφʼ ὑπὸ τῶνδε δαμῆναι.
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οὐδὲν τούτων θαυμαστὸν ἐμοί·
θεῖα γάρ, εἴπερ κἀγώ τι φρονῶ,
καὶ τὰ παθήματα κεῖνα πρὸς αὐτὸν
τῆς ὠμόφρονος Χρύσης ἐπέβη,
καὶ νῦν ἃ πονεῖ δίχα κηδεμόνων,
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οὐκ ἔσθʼ ὡς οὐ θεῶν του μελέτῃ
τοῦ μὴ πρότερον τόνδʼ ἐπὶ Τροίᾳ
τεῖναι τὰ θεῶν ἀμάχητα βέλη,
πρὶν ὅδʼ ἐξήκοι χρόνος, ᾧ λέγεται
χρῆναί σφʼ ὑπὸ τῶνδε δαμῆναι.
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Χορός
εὔστομʼ ἔχε, παῖ.
εὔστομʼ ἔχε, παῖ.
Νεοπτόλεμος
τί τόδε;
τί τόδε;
Χορός
προυφάνη κτύπος,
φωτὸς σύντροφος ὡς τειρομένου του,
ἤ που τῇδʼ ἢ τῇδε τόπων.
βάλλει βάλλει μʼ ἐτύμα
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φθογγά του στίβον κατʼ ἀνάγκαν
ἕρποντος, οὐδέ με λάθει
βαρεῖα τηλόθεν αὐδὰ τρυσάνωρ· διάσημα γὰρ θρηνεῖ.
προυφάνη κτύπος,
φωτὸς σύντροφος ὡς τειρομένου του,
ἤ που τῇδʼ ἢ τῇδε τόπων.
βάλλει βάλλει μʼ ἐτύμα
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φθογγά του στίβον κατʼ ἀνάγκαν
ἕρποντος, οὐδέ με λάθει
βαρεῖα τηλόθεν αὐδὰ τρυσάνωρ· διάσημα γὰρ θρηνεῖ.
Χορός
ἀλλʼ ἔχε, τέκνον,
210
ἀλλʼ ἔχε, τέκνον,
210
Νεοπτόλεμος
λέγʼ ὅ τι.
λέγʼ ὅ τι.
Χορός
φροντίδας νέας.
ὡς οὐκ ἔξεδρος, ἀλλʼ ἔντοπος ἁνήρ,
οὐ μολπὰν σύριγγος ἔχων,
ὡς ποιμὴν ἀγροβότας, ἀλλʼ ἤ που πταίων ὑπʼ ἀνάγκας
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βοᾷ τηλωπὸν ἰωάν,
ἢ ναὸς ἄξενον αὐγάζων ὅρμον· προβοᾷ τι γὰρ δεινόν.
φροντίδας νέας.
ὡς οὐκ ἔξεδρος, ἀλλʼ ἔντοπος ἁνήρ,
οὐ μολπὰν σύριγγος ἔχων,
ὡς ποιμὴν ἀγροβότας, ἀλλʼ ἤ που πταίων ὑπʼ ἀνάγκας
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βοᾷ τηλωπὸν ἰωάν,
ἢ ναὸς ἄξενον αὐγάζων ὅρμον· προβοᾷ τι γὰρ δεινόν.
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 97 focus
PHI
He must be: for no evil yet was crushed.
The Heavens will ever shield it. ’Tis their sport
To turn back all things rancorous and malign
From going down to the grave, and send instead
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The good and true. Oh, how shall we commend
Such dealings, how defend them? When I praise
Things god-like, I find evil in the Gods.
He must be: for no evil yet was crushed.
The Heavens will ever shield it. ’Tis their sport
To turn back all things rancorous and malign
From going down to the grave, and send instead
445
The good and true. Oh, how shall we commend
Such dealings, how defend them? When I praise
Things god-like, I find evil in the Gods.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 86 focus
Was immer ich nicht ohne Grauen hören kann,
Sohn Laertens, dieses hass' ich auch zu thun.
Denn nicht geschaffen bin ich, traun, für Hinterlist,
So wenig, als es (sagen sie) mein Vater war.
1
Ich bin bereit, ihn wegzuführen mit Gewalt,
90
Doch nie mit Arglist; denn mit Einem Fuße wird
Er uns, so Viele, nimmerdar bewältigen.
Zwar dir ein Helfer zog ich aus und möchte nicht
Verräther heißen; aber lieber wünsch' ich mir
Der edlen That Mißlingen, als unedlen Sieg.
95
Was immer ich nicht ohne Grauen hören kann,
Sohn Laertens, dieses hass' ich auch zu thun.
Denn nicht geschaffen bin ich, traun, für Hinterlist,
So wenig, als es (sagen sie) mein Vater war.
1
Ich bin bereit, ihn wegzuführen mit Gewalt,
90
Doch nie mit Arglist; denn mit Einem Fuße wird
Er uns, so Viele, nimmerdar bewältigen.
Zwar dir ein Helfer zog ich aus und möchte nicht
Verräther heißen; aber lieber wünsch' ich mir
Der edlen That Mißlingen, als unedlen Sieg.
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Odysseus.
Mir, Sohn des edlen Vaters, war als Jüngling auch
Die Zunge langsam und die Hand zu Thaten schnell.
Jezt durch Erfahrung reifer, seh' ich wohl: es ist
Der Menschen Zunge, nicht die That, die Alles lenkt.
Mir, Sohn des edlen Vaters, war als Jüngling auch
Die Zunge langsam und die Hand zu Thaten schnell.
Jezt durch Erfahrung reifer, seh' ich wohl: es ist
Der Menschen Zunge, nicht die That, die Alles lenkt.
Neoptolemos.
Was trägst du mir nun Andres, Herr, als Lügen auf?
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Was trägst du mir nun Andres, Herr, als Lügen auf?
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Odysseus.
Mit List, verlang' ich, sollst du Philoktetes fahn.
Mit List, verlang' ich, sollst du Philoktetes fahn.
Neoptolemos.
Warum mit List ihn fangen, wenn's die Rede kann?
Warum mit List ihn fangen, wenn's die Rede kann?
Odysseus.
Nie folgt er Reden; auch Gewalt bezwingt ihn nicht.
Nie folgt er Reden; auch Gewalt bezwingt ihn nicht.
Neoptolemos.
So zuversichtlich trozt der Mann auf seine Kraft?
So zuversichtlich trozt der Mann auf seine Kraft?
Odysseus.
Der unentfliehbar'n Pfeile morderfüllte Wehr -
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Der unentfliehbar'n Pfeile morderfüllte Wehr -
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Neoptolemos.
Nicht ungefährlich wär' es denn, ihm nur zu nah'n?
Nicht ungefährlich wär' es denn, ihm nur zu nah'n?
Odysseus.
Nicht, außer wenn du, wie gesagt, mit List ihn fängst.
Nicht, außer wenn du, wie gesagt, mit List ihn fängst.
Neoptolemos.
Und eine Schande dünkte dir die Lüge nicht?
Und eine Schande dünkte dir die Lüge nicht?
Odysseus.
Nicht, wenn die Lüge Rettung mir zum Lohne bringt.
Nicht, wenn die Lüge Rettung mir zum Lohne bringt.
Neoptolemos.
Mit welcher Stirn erkühnt man solcher Rede sich?
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Mit welcher Stirn erkühnt man solcher Rede sich?
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Odysseus.
Bringt eine Handlung dir Gewinn, so zage nicht.
Bringt eine Handlung dir Gewinn, so zage nicht.
Neoptolemos.
Was bringt's Gewinn mir, wenn der Mann vor Troja kommt?
Was bringt's Gewinn mir, wenn der Mann vor Troja kommt?
Odysseus.
Die Pfeile nur erobern Troja, sie allein.
Die Pfeile nur erobern Troja, sie allein.
Neoptolemos.
Ich also nehme nicht die Stadt, wie ihr's verspracht?
Ich also nehme nicht die Stadt, wie ihr's verspracht?
Odysseus.
Du ohne sie nicht, und auch sie nicht ohne dich.
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Du ohne sie nicht, und auch sie nicht ohne dich.
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Neoptolemos.
Sie muß ich denn erjagen, wenn es also steht.
Sie muß ich denn erjagen, wenn es also steht.
Odysseus.
Zwiefachen Lohn gewinnst du, wenn du solches thust.
Zwiefachen Lohn gewinnst du, wenn du solches thust.
Neoptolemos.
Und welchen? Weiß ich diesen, weigr' ich nicht die That.
Und welchen? Weiß ich diesen, weigr' ich nicht die That.
Odysseus.
Nun, klug und tapfer würdest du zugleich genannt.
Nun, klug und tapfer würdest du zugleich genannt.
Neoptolemos.
Wohlan denn, ledig aller Scham, vollführ' ich es!
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Wohlan denn, ledig aller Scham, vollführ' ich es!
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Odysseus.
Gedenkst du nun auch dessen, was ich dir gebot?
Gedenkst du nun auch dessen, was ich dir gebot?
Neoptolemos.
Vertraue mir, nachdem ich's einmal dir gelobt.
Vertraue mir, nachdem ich's einmal dir gelobt.
Odysseus.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 97 focus
Merchant
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Son of great Acliilles,
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Know, chance alone hath brought me hither, driven
535
By adverse winds to where thy vessels lay,
As home I sailed from Troy. There did I meet
This my companion, who informed me where
Thou mightst be found. Hence to pursue my course
And not to tell thee what concerns thee near
Had been ungenerous, thou perhaps meantime
540
Of Greece and of her counsels naught suspecting.
540
557
Counsels against thee not by threats alone
Or words enforced, but now in execution.
555
Son of great Acliilles,
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Know, chance alone hath brought me hither, driven
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By adverse winds to where thy vessels lay,
As home I sailed from Troy. There did I meet
This my companion, who informed me where
Thou mightst be found. Hence to pursue my course
And not to tell thee what concerns thee near
Had been ungenerous, thou perhaps meantime
540
Of Greece and of her counsels naught suspecting.
540
Counsels against thee not by threats alone
Or words enforced, but now in execution.
555
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 97 focus
Philoctetes
468
Now by thy father's honour'd shade, my son,
465
And by thy mother, by whate'er thy house.
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Holds dear to thee, thy suppliant I implore
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Thy pity, do not leave me thus alone,
Abandon'd in these ills, which now thou seest,
And with which thou hast heard I long have had
My dwelling here. Receive me in thy bark,
Allow me there a place; this freight, I know;
Will be offensive; yet disdain it not:
Whate'er is base the noble mind abhors,
But glories in the kind and generous deed.
Not to perform this kindness were reproach.
To thee, and shame; but granting my request,
High honour waits thee. If I reach alive
The land of Eta, I shall burden thee
Not one whole day; refuse not my request;
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Throw me where'er thou wilt, into the hold,
470
The prow, the stern, where least I may annoy!".
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The mariners; assent, my son, by Jove
Protector of the suppliant, grant my pray'r.
Infirm, and lame, and wretched as I am,
Low at thy knees I fall; forsake me not
Far from the haunt of men abandon'd thus
But save me, bear me to thy friendly shore,
Or to Chalcodon's ports that deep indenti
Euboœa; thence the passage is not long
To Eta, and to Trachin's rocky heights,
And to Sperchius, beauteous-rolling stream.
Show me to my loved father; yet long since
The tomb, I fear, received him; for to those,
Who reach'd this coast, I oft gave charge, and oft
475
Sent my request that he would speed a bark.
475
To bear me hence in safety to my home.
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But he is dead, or they perchance, (for this
Might be expected) on whose promised aid
I built my hopes, of my disastrous state
Made small account, and steer'd their onward course
To their own ports. But now I come to thee
To bear my message, nay, to bear me hence. 1.
Save me, have pity on me; for thou seest.
The dangers, and the horrible events
Now by thy father's honour'd shade, my son,
465
And by thy mother, by whate'er thy house.
465
Holds dear to thee, thy suppliant I implore
465
Thy pity, do not leave me thus alone,
Abandon'd in these ills, which now thou seest,
And with which thou hast heard I long have had
My dwelling here. Receive me in thy bark,
Allow me there a place; this freight, I know;
Will be offensive; yet disdain it not:
Whate'er is base the noble mind abhors,
But glories in the kind and generous deed.
Not to perform this kindness were reproach.
To thee, and shame; but granting my request,
High honour waits thee. If I reach alive
The land of Eta, I shall burden thee
Not one whole day; refuse not my request;
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Throw me where'er thou wilt, into the hold,
470
The prow, the stern, where least I may annoy!".
470
The mariners; assent, my son, by Jove
Protector of the suppliant, grant my pray'r.
Infirm, and lame, and wretched as I am,
Low at thy knees I fall; forsake me not
Far from the haunt of men abandon'd thus
But save me, bear me to thy friendly shore,
Or to Chalcodon's ports that deep indenti
Euboœa; thence the passage is not long
To Eta, and to Trachin's rocky heights,
And to Sperchius, beauteous-rolling stream.
Show me to my loved father; yet long since
The tomb, I fear, received him; for to those,
Who reach'd this coast, I oft gave charge, and oft
475
Sent my request that he would speed a bark.
475
To bear me hence in safety to my home.
475
But he is dead, or they perchance, (for this
Might be expected) on whose promised aid
I built my hopes, of my disastrous state
Made small account, and steer'd their onward course
To their own ports. But now I come to thee
To bear my message, nay, to bear me hence. 1.
Save me, have pity on me; for thou seest.
The dangers, and the horrible events
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 135-215 focus
Chorus
I am a stranger in a strange land, Master. What must I hide, what must I reveal to a man who will be swift to suspicion? Show me the way! His skill excels all other skill, his wisdom has no equal, whose hands govern the godlike
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scepter given by Zeus. To you, my son, that sovereign power has descended from the dawn of time. Therefore tell me how I must serve you.
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I am a stranger in a strange land, Master. What must I hide, what must I reveal to a man who will be swift to suspicion? Show me the way! His skill excels all other skill, his wisdom has no equal, whose hands govern the godlike
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scepter given by Zeus. To you, my son, that sovereign power has descended from the dawn of time. Therefore tell me how I must serve you.
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Neoptolemus
For the present—since perhaps you wish to see the place
on the island’s edge where he resides—survey it without fear. But when the dread traveler, who has left this dwelling, returns, step forward at my signal from time to time, and try to help as the moment may require.
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For the present—since perhaps you wish to see the place
on the island’s edge where he resides—survey it without fear. But when the dread traveler, who has left this dwelling, returns, step forward at my signal from time to time, and try to help as the moment may require.
145
Chorus
Long have I been careful of this care, my prince: that my eyes should be watchful for your good above all else. And now tell me, in what manner of shelter does he keep his dwelling? In what region is he now? It is not inopportune for
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me to learn so that he may not come upon me unawares from somewhere. In what place does he wander, or rest? Does he plant his steps within his shelter, or abroad?
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Long have I been careful of this care, my prince: that my eyes should be watchful for your good above all else. And now tell me, in what manner of shelter does he keep his dwelling? In what region is he now? It is not inopportune for
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me to learn so that he may not come upon me unawares from somewhere. In what place does he wander, or rest? Does he plant his steps within his shelter, or abroad?
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Neoptolemus
Well, here you see his home with its two portals,
his rocky cell.
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Well, here you see his home with its two portals,
his rocky cell.
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Chorus
And its wretched occupant, where is he gone to?
And its wretched occupant, where is he gone to?
Neoptolemus
It seems clear to me, anyway, that he is plowing his way along somewhere near here in search of food. For I know of a report that
this is his means of sustenance—a wretch wretchedly shooting prey with his feathered shafts—and that no one comes near to him to heal his misery.
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It seems clear to me, anyway, that he is plowing his way along somewhere near here in search of food. For I know of a report that
this is his means of sustenance—a wretch wretchedly shooting prey with his feathered shafts—and that no one comes near to him to heal his misery.
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Chorus
For my part, I pity him when I think how,
with no one to care for him, and seeing no companion’s face, but suffering eternally alone, he is plagued by fierce disease and bewildered by each need as it arises.
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How, how does he endure his bitter fate? Ah, contrivances of the gods! Ah, unhappy tribes of mortals, whose life-portion exceeds due measure!
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For my part, I pity him when I think how,
with no one to care for him, and seeing no companion’s face, but suffering eternally alone, he is plagued by fierce disease and bewildered by each need as it arises.
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How, how does he endure his bitter fate? Ah, contrivances of the gods! Ah, unhappy tribes of mortals, whose life-portion exceeds due measure!
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Chorus
That man—inferior in no way, probably, to any man belonging to the oldest families—lies alone without companions and stripped of all life’s gifts
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among the dappled or shaggy beasts. He is a man to be pitied for his torments and his hunger alike, enduring anguish that has no cure. But to his bitter cries the mountain nymph, babbling Echo, coming from afar,
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gives answer.
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That man—inferior in no way, probably, to any man belonging to the oldest families—lies alone without companions and stripped of all life’s gifts
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among the dappled or shaggy beasts. He is a man to be pitied for his torments and his hunger alike, enduring anguish that has no cure. But to his bitter cries the mountain nymph, babbling Echo, coming from afar,
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gives answer.
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Neoptolemus
No part of this is a marvel to me. God-sent—if a man such as I may judge—are both those sufferings which attacked him from savage
Chryse
,
and those with which he now toils untended. Surely he toils by the plan of some god so that he may not bend against
Troy
the invincible arrows divine, until the time be fulfilled at which, men say,
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by those arrows
Troy
is fated to fall.
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No part of this is a marvel to me. God-sent—if a man such as I may judge—are both those sufferings which attacked him from savage
Chryse
,
and those with which he now toils untended. Surely he toils by the plan of some god so that he may not bend against
Troy
the invincible arrows divine, until the time be fulfilled at which, men say,
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by those arrows
Troy
is fated to fall.
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Chorus
Hush,boy!
Hush,boy!
Neoptolemus
What is it?
What is it?
Chorus
I heard a sudden thud, one that might naturally come from a man worn by pain. From there it came, I think—or there.
It strikes, strikes hard on my ear, the sure sound of someone creeping along his way as if tortured. I cannot miss that grievous cry of a man hard-pressed, even from afar—its tone is too clear.
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I heard a sudden thud, one that might naturally come from a man worn by pain. From there it came, I think—or there.
It strikes, strikes hard on my ear, the sure sound of someone creeping along his way as if tortured. I cannot miss that grievous cry of a man hard-pressed, even from afar—its tone is too clear.
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Chorus
But listen, son—
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But listen, son—
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Neoptolemus
To what? Tell me.
To what? Tell me.
Chorus
To my latest thoughts. For he is not far from his home, but nearby. And not with music of the flute, like a shepherd pasturing his flocks, does he come,—
no—but crying out a far-sounding howl as he stumbles, perhaps, from tortuous pain, or as he scans the haven unvisited by any ship. His cries are loud, and terrible.
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To my latest thoughts. For he is not far from his home, but nearby. And not with music of the flute, like a shepherd pasturing his flocks, does he come,—
no—but crying out a far-sounding howl as he stumbles, perhaps, from tortuous pain, or as he scans the haven unvisited by any ship. His cries are loud, and terrible.
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Commentary
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