Sophocles Oedipus at Colonus 362

Robert Potter (Translator)

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Oedipus
His voice, O king, is to a father's ear
Most hateful: urge me not perforce to yield.

Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 362 focus
ζητοῦσα τὴν σὴν ποῦ κατοικοίης τροφήν,
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 254-509 focus
Translations (4)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 362 focus
THE
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Then one of you run to the altar-foot
Hard by, and haste the people from the rite,
Horsemen and footmen at the height of speed
To race unto the parting of the roads
Where travellers from both gorges wont to meet.
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Lest there the maidens pass beyond our reach
And I be worsted by this stranger’s might
And let him laugh at me. Be swift! Away!
—For him, were I as wroth as he deserves,
He should not go unpunished from my hand.
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But now he shall be ruled by the same law
He thought to enforce. Thou goest not from this ground
Till thou hast set these maids in presence here;
Since by thine act thou hast disgraced both me
And thine own lineage and thy native land,
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Who with unlicensed inroad hast assailed
An ancient city, that hath still observed
Justice and equity, and apart from law
Ratifies nothing; and, being here, hast cast
Authority to the winds, and made thine own
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Whate’er thou wouldst, bearing it off perforce,—
Deeming of me forsooth as nothing worth,
And of my city as one enslaved to foes
Or void of manhood. Not of Thebe’s will
Come such wild courses. It is not her way
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To foster men in sin, nor would she praise
Thy doing, if she knew that thou hast robbed
Me and the gods, dragging poor suppliant wights
From their last refuge at thy will—I would not,
Had I perchance set foot within thy land,
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Even were my cause most righteous, have presumed,
Without consent of him who bore chief sway,
To seize on any man, but would have known
How men should act who tread on foreign soil.
Thou bring’st disgrace on thine own mother state
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All undeservedly, and the lapse of years
Hath left thee aged, but not wise—Again
I bid those maids now to be brought with speed,
Unless thou would’st be made a sojourner
In Athens by compulsion. This I speak
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Not with my lips alone, but from my will.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 385 focus
Du hattest Hoffnung also, daß die Götter mein
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Gedenken werden, daß mir Rettung einst erscheint?
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 362 focus
Messenger
Oh ! 'twas a scene of wonder. How he left
This place, and, self-conducted, led us on,
Blind as he was, ye all remember well.
Soon as he came to where the craggy steep
With brazen steps leads to the hollow gulf,
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Where various paths unite, a place renowned
For the famed league of Theseus and his friend,
Between Acherdus and the Thracian rock,
On a sepulchral stone he sat him down ;
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Pulled off the lilthy weeds he long had worn,
And bade his daughters instantly prepare
The bath and splendid garb ; with hasty steps
To Ceres' neighbouring altar they repair
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Obedient, bring the vessel, and the robe
Funereal. All things done as custom bids
For dying men, sudden a dreadful clap
Of thunder shook the ground ; the virgins trembled,
And clinging fearful round their father's knees
Beat their sad breasts, and wept. Soon as he heard
The sound portentous, he embraced his daughters :
" Children," he cried, " your father is no more;
No longer shall you lead a life of pain.
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No longer toil for QEdipus, Alas !
'Twas dreadful to you, but this day, my children,
Shall end your sorrows and my life together.
Never did father love his daughters more
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Than I have loved ; but henceforth you must live
Without your Qlldipus. Farewell for ever ! "
He spake, and long, in sad embraces joined,
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They wept aloud ; at length did clamorous grief
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To silent sorrow yield, and all was still ;
When suddenly we heard a voice that oft
Repeated, " CEdipus, why this delay?
Where art thou, (Edipus? " The wretched king,
Attentive to the call of Heaven, desired
That Theseus might be sent for ; Theseus came.
When thus the dying exile : "0 my friend !
Give me thy hand, my daughters give him yours;
Let this, my dearest Theseus, be the pledge
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Of amity between you ; promise here
That you will ne'er forsake my hapless children,
But henceforth cherish, comfort, and protect them."
The generous king, in pity to their woes,
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Vowed to perform what (Edipus desired.
The father threw his feeble arms around
Tlis weeping children. "You," he cried, "must learn
To bear your sutterings with an equal mind,
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And leave this place ; for not to mortal eye
Is given to see my future fate. Away !
Theseus alone must stay, and know it all."
This did we hear him utter as we stood
Attentive ; when his duteous daughters left him,
And went their way, we wept, and followed them.
Soon we returned, but CEdipus was gone ;
The king alone remaining, as if struck
With terror at some dreadful spectacle,
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Had with his hand o'er- veiled his downcast eye ;
A little after, we beheld him bend
In humble adoration to the earth,
And then to heaven prefer his ardent prayer.
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How the poor exile perished none can tell
But Theseus ; nor the fiery blast of Jove
Destroyed, nor sea o'erwhelmed him, but from heaven
Some messenger divine did snatch him hence,
Or power infernal bade the pitying earth
Open her peaceful bosom to receive him ;
Without a groan, disease, or pain he fell.
'Twas wondrous all ; to those who credit not
This strange report, I answer, 'Tis most true.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 254-507 focus

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