Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 256

Lewis Campbell (Translator)

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Ye Heavens, reward such excellence!

Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Lewis Campbell (Translator). London, New York and Toronto. 1906.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 256 focus
τὰ δʼ ἐκ θεῶν τρέμοντες οὐ σθένοιμεν ἂν
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 254-509 focus
Translations (4)
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 254 focus
So wisse, Kind des Oedipus: dein Mißgeschick,
Wie dieses Mannes herbes Loos, weckt unsern Schmerz.
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Doch bebend vor der Götter Zorn, vermögen wir
Nicht mehr zu sagen, als du schon gehört von uns.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 256 focus
Oedipus
'Tis as I tell thee.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 256 focus
Creon
CREON, CEDIPUS, ANTIGONE, CHORUS.
Illustrious habitants of this fair land,
I see, your eyes declare it, that surprise
Hath on my coming seized you, mix'd with fear.
But fear me not; nor let your speech be harsh.
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No deed of outrage wish I to attempt,
For I am old, and know that to a state,
Potent as any Greece can boast, I come.
But I am sent on this man to prevail,
Thus worn with age, t' attend me to the realms
Of Thebes: this charge received I not from one,
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But all the citizens; since most to me,
Through near affinity of blood, belongs
To mourn and pity his calamities
Then hear me, thou afflicted Œdipus,
Return with me; for all the sons of Thebes
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Recal thee, with just cause, I more than all,
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As more than others (else of all mankind
I were the vilest) for thy sufferings griev'd,
Beholding thee thus old oppress'd with woes,
Ever 'mongst strangers wandering, destitute
Of food, thy steps by one attendant led:
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Her, hapless virgin, never had I thought
To see thus fall'n, sunk to this wretched state,
To thee for ever ministring, for thee
Begging the scanty meal, and at this age
Of nuptial rites bereft, and still exposed
To ruffian violence. With base reproach
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Have I then wrong'd myself, and thee, and all
Our race? Am I that wretch ? It is not so;
And things well known in vain would we conceal.
Be then advised: by the paternal gods
I now conjure thee, Edipus, comply
At my persuasion, willingly return
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To Thebes thy native city, and thy house,
Seat of thy fathers; to these regions bid
A friendly farewell, they deserve it of thee :
But justice to thy country, since thy youth
Was nurtured there, an higher reverence claims.
CDIP. O thou, audacious in whate'er is base,
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And prompt from all just words to draw a train
Of deep insidious ills, why this attempt?
Why seek again t' ensnare me, where I most,
Should grieve to be ensnared? In days long past
When with domestic miseries o'erwhelm'd
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My sickening soul in exile would have joy'd,
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Then to my wish this grace didst thou deny.
But when my soul was glutted with its grief,
And in my house it had been sweet to rest,
For ebbing then I found my former rage,
Then didst thou drive me forth an outcast thence,
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Nor was this near affinity of blood
Dear to thee. Now again, when thou didst see
This state benevolent to me, and all
Its race, dost thou assay to drag me hence,
Filing thy tongue to smooth thy harsh attempts.
Why this delight to show thy courtesy
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When most it is unwelcome? If to thee,
What thy wants crave requesting to obtain,
One should give nothing, nor e'en show a will
To grant thee a supply; but, when thy soul
Enjoys its wish e'en to the full, would give,
When the slow favour all its grace hath lost,
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Wou'dst thou this worthless pleasure wish to gain?
Such is to me thy offer'd grace, in words
Pretending good, but hateful in effect.
Nay, I will tell it these, that I may show
Thy baseness: hence to draw me thou art come,
Not with leave granted to possess my house,
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But to be stabled on your confines; thus
Your country should be guarded from the ills.
Fear'd from these realms. This never shall be thine;
But thine shall be those ills; for in that land
My vengeful spirit always shall reside.
Nor of my kingdom shall my sons share more,
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Then to die in it. Seem I not to know
Better than thou the destined state of Thebes?
Much better, as by more unerring guides
Instructed, Phœbus and his father Jove.
Yet hither hast thou brought that treacherous front
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Harden'd 'gainst shame: but that fine-filed tongue
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Shall work thee woe, not safety; be assured
With me thou never shalt prevail : begone,
Let us live here; not ill we here should live...
E'en as we are, could we delight in life.
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Mine dost thou ween a greater share of grief
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From thy refusal, than what thou must feel?
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus

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