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Νεκροί

οἴμοι τῶν κτημάτων. — οἴμοι τῶν ἀγρῶν. — ὀττοτοῖ, τὴν οἰκίαν οἵαν ἀπέλιπον. — ὅσα τάλαντα ὁ κληρονόμος σπαθήσει παραλαβών. — αἰαῖ τῶν νεογνῶν μοι παιδίων. — τίς ἄρα τὰς ἀμπέλους τρυγήσει, ἃς πέρυσιν ἐφυτευσάμην;

Ἑρμῆς

Μίκυλλε, σὺ δʼ οὐδὲν οἰμώζεις; καὶ μὴν οὐ θέμις ἀδακρυτὶ διαπλεῦσαί τινα.

Μίκυλλος

ἄπαγε· οὐδέν ἐστιν ἐφʼ ὅτῳ ἂν οἰμώξαιμ¹ι εὐπλοῶν.

Ἑρμῆς

ὅμως κἂν μικρόν τι ἐς τὸ ἔθος ἐπιστέναξον.

Μίκυλλος

οἰμώξομαι τοίνυν, ἐπειδή, ὦ Ἑρμῆ, σοὶ δοκεῖ. οἴμοι τῶν καττυμάτων· οἴμοι τῶν κρηπίδων τῶν παλαιῶν· ὀττοτοῖ τῶν σαθρῶν ὑποδημάτων. οὐκέτι ὁ κακοδαίμων ἕωθεν εἰς ἑσπέραν ἄσιτος διαμενῶ, οὐδὲ τοῦ χειμῶνος ἀνυπόδητός τε καὶ ἡμίγυμνος περινοστήσω τοὺς ὀδόντας ὑπὸ τοῦ κρύους συγκροτῶν. τίς ἄρα μου τὴν σμίλην ἕξει καὶ τὸ κεντητήριον;

Ἑρμῆς

ἱκανῶς τεθρήνηται· σχεδὸν δὲ ἤδη καταπεπλεύκαμεν.

Cataplus. Lucian. ed. Austin Morris Harmon. Medford, MA. Perseus 4.0.

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Κατάπλους ἢ Τύραννος (Greek) (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.)

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The Downward Journey, or the Tyrant Perseus (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.) — 20 focus

THE DEAD

(one) Alas, my wealth! (anoTuer) Alas, my farms! (aNoTHER) Alackaday, what a house I left behind me! (anotuer) To think of all the thousands my heir will come into and squander! (aNoruer) Ah, my new-born babes! (anorner) Who will get the vintage of the vines I set out last year?

HERMES

Micyllus, you are not lamenting at all, are you? Nobody may cross without a tear.

MICYLLUS

Get out with you! I have no reason to lament while the wind is fair.

HERMES

Do cry, however, even if only a little, for custom’s sake,

MICYLLUS

Well, I'll lament, then, since you wish it, Hermes. —Alas, my scraps of leather! Alas, my old shoes! Alackaday, my rotten sandals! Unlucky man that I am, never again will I go hungry from morning to night or wander about in winter barefooted and halfnaked, with my teeth chattering for cold! Who is to get my knife and my awl?

HERMES

Enough weeping; we are almost in now.

Voyage To the Lower World Perseus (The Works of Lucian of Samosata, Vol. 1. Fowler, Henry Watson and Fowler, Francis George, translators. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1905.) — 20 focus

Cynic

Oh, my lands, my lands!—Ah, my money, my money!— Farewell, my fine palace!—The thousands that fellow will have to squander!—Ah, my helpless children!—To think of the vines I planted last year! Who, ah who, will pluck the grapes?

Hermes

Why, Micyllus, have you never an Oh or an Ah? It is quite improper that any shade should cross the stream, and make no moan.

Micyllus

Get along with you. What have I to dowith Ohs and Ahs? I’m enjoying the trip!

Hermes

Still, just a groan or two. It’s expected.

Micyllus

Well, if I must, here goes.—Farewell, leather, farewell! Ah, Soles, old Soles!—Qh, ancient Boots!—Woe’s me! Never again shall I sit empty from morn till night; never again walk up and down, of a winter’s day, naked, unshod, with chattering teeth! My knife, my awl, will be another’s: whose, ah! whose?

Hermes

Yes, that will do. We are nearly there.

The Ferry Perseus (Selections from Lucian. Smith, Emily James, translator. New York; Harper Brothers, 1892.) — 20 focus

First Dead Man

Alas for my goods!

Second Dead Man

Alas for my fields!

Third Dead Man

Woe is me, what a house I have left!

Fourth Dead Man

How many thousands my heir will get to make ducks and drakes of!

Fifth Dead Man

Alas for my young children!

Sixth Dead Man

Who will gather grapes from the vines I planted for myself last year?

Hermes

Mikyllos, do you make no lament? It is impious for any one to cross without a tear.

Mikyllos

Nonsense. I have nothing to lament for on a prosperous voyage.

Hermes

Still, just join a little in the groaning for custom's sake.

Mikyllos

I will make my moan, then, since you think best, Hermes. Alas for my soles! Alas for my old lasts! Woe is me for my rotten sandals! Poor wretch, I shall never again go without food from daybreak to nightfall! Never again shall I stalk about in winter barefoot and half naked, my teeth chattering with the cold! Who, pray tell, will have my knife and my awl?

Hermes

You have mourned enough; we have almost finished our voyage.

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Κατάπλους ἢ Τύραννος

1. ἂν οἰμώξαιμι Bekker: οἰμώξομαι, ἀνοιμώξομαι, ἂν οἰμώξωμαι MSS.

Lucian Cataplus 20

ed. Austin Morris Harmon

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Ἑρμῆς

Μίκυλλε, σὺ δʼ οὐδὲν οἰμώζεις; καὶ μὴν οὐ θέμις ἀδακρυτὶ διαπλεῦσαί τινα.

Μίκυλλος

ἄπαγε· οὐδέν ἐστιν ἐφʼ ὅτῳ ἂν οἰμώξαιμ¹ι εὐπλοῶν.

Ἑρμῆς

ὅμως κἂν μικρόν τι ἐς τὸ ἔθος ἐπιστέναξον.

Ἑρμῆς

ἱκανῶς τεθρήνηται· σχεδὸν δὲ ἤδη καταπεπλεύκαμεν.

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THE DEAD

(one) Alas, my wealth! (anoTuer) Alas, my farms! (aNoTHER) Alackaday, what a house I left behind me! (anotuer) To think of all the thousands my heir will come into and squander! (aNoruer) Ah, my new-born babes! (anorner) Who will get the vintage of the vines I set out last year?

HERMES

Micyllus, you are not lamenting at all, are you? Nobody may cross without a tear.

MICYLLUS

Get out with you! I have no reason to lament while the wind is fair.

HERMES

Do cry, however, even if only a little, for custom’s sake,

HERMES

Enough weeping; we are almost in now.

Cynic

Oh, my lands, my lands!—Ah, my money, my money!— Farewell, my fine palace!—The thousands that fellow will have to squander!—Ah, my helpless children!—To think of the vines I planted last year! Who, ah who, will pluck the grapes?

Hermes

Why, Micyllus, have you never an Oh or an Ah? It is quite improper that any shade should cross the stream, and make no moan.

Micyllus

Get along with you. What have I to dowith Ohs and Ahs? I’m enjoying the trip!

Hermes

Still, just a groan or two. It’s expected.

Hermes

Yes, that will do. We are nearly there.

First Dead Man

Alas for my goods!

Second Dead Man

Alas for my fields!

Third Dead Man

Woe is me, what a house I have left!

Fourth Dead Man

How many thousands my heir will get to make ducks and drakes of!

Fifth Dead Man

Alas for my young children!

Sixth Dead Man

Who will gather grapes from the vines I planted for myself last year?

Hermes

Mikyllos, do you make no lament? It is impious for any one to cross without a tear.

Mikyllos

Nonsense. I have nothing to lament for on a prosperous voyage.

Hermes

Still, just join a little in the groaning for custom's sake.

Hermes

You have mourned enough; we have almost finished our voyage.

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Ἑρμῆς Μίκυλλε, σὺ δʼ οὐδὲν οἰμώζεις; καὶ μὴν οὐ θέμις ἀδακρυτὶ διαπλεῦσαί τινα.

Μίκυλλος ἄπαγε· οὐδέν ἐστιν ἐφʼ ὅτῳ ἂν οἰμώξαιμ 1 ι εὐπλοῶν.

Ἑρμῆς ὅμως κἂν μικρόν τι ἐς τὸ ἔθος ἐπιστέναξον.

Ἑρμῆς ἱκανῶς τεθρήνηται· σχεδὸν δὲ ἤδη καταπεπλεύκαμεν.

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THE DEAD (one) Alas, my wealth! (anoTuer) Alas, my farms! (aNoTHER) Alackaday, what a house I left behind me! (anotuer) To think of all the thousands my heir will come into and squander! (aNoruer) Ah, my new-born babes! (anorner) Who will get the vintage of the vines I set out last year?

HERMES Micyllus, you are not lamenting at all, are you? Nobody may cross without a tear.

MICYLLUS Get out with you! I have no reason to lament while the wind is fair.

HERMES Do cry, however, even if only a little, for custom’s sake,

HERMES Enough weeping; we are almost in now.

Cynic Oh, my lands, my lands!—Ah, my money, my money!— Farewell, my fine palace!—The thousands that fellow will have to squander!—Ah, my helpless children!—To think of the vines I planted last year! Who, ah who, will pluck the grapes?

Hermes Why, Micyllus, have you never an Oh or an Ah? It is quite improper that any shade should cross the stream, and make no moan.

Micyllus Get along with you. What have I to dowith Ohs and Ahs? I’m enjoying the trip!

Hermes Still, just a groan or two. It’s expected.

Hermes Yes, that will do. We are nearly there.

First Dead Man Alas for my goods!

Second Dead Man Alas for my fields!

Third Dead Man Woe is me, what a house I have left!

Fourth Dead Man How many thousands my heir will get to make ducks and drakes of!

Fifth Dead Man Alas for my young children!

Sixth Dead Man Who will gather grapes from the vines I planted for myself last year?

Hermes Mikyllos, do you make no lament? It is impious for any one to cross without a tear.

Mikyllos Nonsense. I have nothing to lament for on a prosperous voyage.

Hermes Still, just join a little in the groaning for custom's sake.

Hermes You have mourned enough; we have almost finished our voyage.

Notes on the current edition

Stable identifiers

Ἑρμῆς

Μίκυλλε, σὺ δʼ οὐδὲν οἰμώζεις; καὶ μὴν οὐ θέμις ἀδακρυτὶ διαπλεῦσαί τινα.

Μίκυλλος

ἄπαγε· οὐδέν ἐστιν ἐφʼ ὅτῳ ἂν οἰμώξαιμ¹ι εὐπλοῶν.

Ἑρμῆς

ὅμως κἂν μικρόν τι ἐς τὸ ἔθος ἐπιστέναξον.

Ἑρμῆς

ἱκανῶς τεθρήνηται· σχεδὸν δὲ ἤδη καταπεπλεύκαμεν.

THE DEAD

(one) Alas, my wealth! (anoTuer) Alas, my farms! (aNoTHER) Alackaday, what a house I left behind me! (anotuer) To think of all the thousands my heir will come into and squander! (aNoruer) Ah, my new-born babes! (anorner) Who will get the vintage of the vines I set out last year?

HERMES

Micyllus, you are not lamenting at all, are you? Nobody may cross without a tear.

MICYLLUS

Get out with you! I have no reason to lament while the wind is fair.

HERMES

Do cry, however, even if only a little, for custom’s sake,

HERMES

Enough weeping; we are almost in now.

Cynic

Oh, my lands, my lands!—Ah, my money, my money!— Farewell, my fine palace!—The thousands that fellow will have to squander!—Ah, my helpless children!—To think of the vines I planted last year! Who, ah who, will pluck the grapes?

Hermes

Why, Micyllus, have you never an Oh or an Ah? It is quite improper that any shade should cross the stream, and make no moan.

Micyllus

Get along with you. What have I to dowith Ohs and Ahs? I’m enjoying the trip!

Hermes

Still, just a groan or two. It’s expected.

Hermes

Yes, that will do. We are nearly there.

First Dead Man

Alas for my goods!

Second Dead Man

Alas for my fields!

Third Dead Man

Woe is me, what a house I have left!

Fourth Dead Man

How many thousands my heir will get to make ducks and drakes of!

Fifth Dead Man

Alas for my young children!

Sixth Dead Man

Who will gather grapes from the vines I planted for myself last year?

Hermes

Mikyllos, do you make no lament? It is impious for any one to cross without a tear.

Mikyllos

Nonsense. I have nothing to lament for on a prosperous voyage.

Hermes

Still, just join a little in the groaning for custom's sake.

Hermes

You have mourned enough; we have almost finished our voyage.