Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 1

Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge, UK. 1885.

Sponsored by Perseus Project, Tufts University.

Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.

Current edition Experimental

Commentary (R. C. Jebb) (OCR draft) (English) (Commentary (R. C. Jebb))

Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.

Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1 focus
ὦ τέκνα, Κάδμου τοῦ πάλαι νέα τροφή,
1
τίνας ποθ᾽ ἕδρας τάσδε μοι θοάζετε
ἱκτηρίοις κλάδοισιν ἐξεστεμμένοι;
πόλις δ᾽ ὁμοῦ μὲν θυμιαμάτων γέμει,
ὁμοῦ δὲ παιάνων τε καὶ στεναγμάτων·
5
ἁγὼ δικαιῶν μὴ παρ' ἀγγέλων, τέκνα,
ἄλλων ἀκούειν αὐτὸς ὧδ᾽ ἐλήλυθα,
ὁ πᾶσι κλεινὸς Οἰδίπους καλούμενος.
ἀλλ᾽, ὦ γεραιέ, φράζ᾽, ἐπεὶ πρέπων ἔφυς
πρὸ τῶνδε φωνεῖν, τίνι τρόπῳ καθέστατε
10
δείσαντες ἢ στέρξαντες; ὡς θέλοντος ἂν
ἐμοῦ προσαρκεῖν πᾶν· δυσάλγητος γὰρ ἂν
εἴην τοιάνδε μὴ οὐ κατοικτείρων ἕδραν.
ἀλλ᾽, ὦ κρατύνων Οἰδίπους χώρας ἐμῆς,
ὁρᾷς μὲν ἡμᾶς ἡλίκοι προσήμεθα
15
βωμοῖσι τοῖς σοῖς, οἱ μὲν οὐδέπω μακρὰν
πτέσθαι σθένοντες, οἱ δὲ σὺν γήρᾳ βαρεῖς
ἱερῆς, ἐγὼ μὲν Ζηνός, οἵδε τ᾽ ᾐθέων
λεκτοί· τὸ δ᾽ ἄλλο φῦλον ἐξεστεμμένον
ἀγοραῖσι θακεῖ, πρός τε Παλλάδος διπλοῖς
20
ναοῖς, ἐπ᾿ Ἰσμηνοῦ τε μαντείᾳ σποδῷ.
πόλις γάρ, ὥσπερ καὐτὸς εἰσορᾷς, ἄγαν
ἤδη σαλεύει κἀνακουφίσαι κάρα
βυθῶν ἔτ᾽ οὐχ οἵα τε φοινίου σάλου,
φθίνουσα μὲν κάλυξιν ἐγκάρποις χθονός,
25
φθίνουσα δ᾽ ἀγέλαις βουνόμοις, τόκοισί τε
ἀγόνοις γυναικῶν· ἐν δ᾽ ὁ πυρφόρος θεὸς
σκήψας ἐλαύνει, λοιμὸς ἔχθιστος, πόλιν,
ὑφ᾽ οὗ κενοῦται δῶμα Καδμεῖον· μέλας δ᾽
Ἅιδης στεναγμοῖς καὶ γόοις πλουτίζεται.
30
θεοῖσι μέν νυν οὐκ ἰσούμενόν σ᾽ ἐγὼ
οὐδ᾽ οἵδε παῖδες ἑζόμεσθ᾽ ἐφέστιοι,
ἀνδρῶν δὲ πρῶτον ἔν τε συμφοραῖς βίου
κρίνοντες ἔν τε δαιμόνων συναλλαγαῖς·
*ὅς τ᾽ ἐξέλυσας, ἄστυ Καδμεῖον μολών,
35
σκληρᾶς ἀοιδοῦ δασμὸν ὃν παρείχομεν·
καὶ ταῦθ᾽ ὑφ᾽ ἡμῶν οὐδὲν ἐξειδὼς πλέον
οὐδ᾽ ἐκδιδαχθείς, ἀλλὰ προσθήκῃ θεοῦ
λέγει νομίζει θ᾽ ἡμὶν ὀρθῶσαι βίον·
νῦν τ᾽, ὦ κράτιστον πᾶσιν Οἰδίπου κάρα,
40
ἱκετεύομέν σε πάντες οἵδε πρόστροποι
ἀλκήν τινʼ εὑρεῖν ἡμίν, εἴτε του θεῶν
φήμην ἀκούσας εἴτ᾿ ἀπ᾿ ἀνδρὸς οἶσθά που·
ὡς τοῖσιν ἐμπείροισι καὶ τὰς ξυμφορὰς
ζώσας ὁρῶ μάλιστα τῶν βουλευμάτων.
45
ἴθ᾽, ὦ βροτῶν ἄριστ', ἀνόρθωσον πόλιν·
ἴθ', εὐλαβήθηθ᾽. ὡς σὲ νῦν μὲν ἥδε γῆ
σωτῆρα κλῄζει τῆς πάρος προθυμίας·
ἀρχῆς δὲ τῆς σῆς μηδαμῶς μεμνώμεθα
στάντες τ᾽ ἐς ὀρθὸν καὶ πεσόντες ὕστερον,
50
ἀλλ᾽ ἀσφαλείᾳ τήνδ᾽ ἀνόρθωσον πόλιν.
ὄρνιθι γὰρ καὶ τὴν τότ' αἰσίῳ τύχην
παρέσχες ἡμῖν, καὶ τανῦν ἴσος γενοῦ.
ὡς εἴπερ ἄρξεις τῆσδε γῆς, ὥσπερ κρατεῖς,
ξὺν ἀνδράσιν κάλλιον ἢ κενῆς κρατεῖν·
55
ὡς οὐδέν ἐστιν οὔτε πύργος οὔτε ναῦς
ἔρημος ἀνδρῶν μὴ ξυνοικούντων ἔσω.
ὦ παῖδες οἰκτροί, γνωτὰ κοὐκ ἄγνωτά μοι
προσήλθεθ᾽ ἱμείροντες· εὖ γὰρ οἶδ᾽ ὅτι
νοσεῖτε πάντες, καὶ νοσοῦντες, ὡς ἐγὼ
60
οὐκ ἔστιν ὑμῶν ὅστις ἐξ ἴσου νοσεῖ.
τὸ μὲν γὰρ ὑμῶν ἄλγος εἰς ἕν᾽ ἔρχεται
μόνον καθ' αὐτόν, κοὐδέν᾽ ἄλλον, ἡ δ᾽ ἐμὴ
ψυχὴ πόλιν τε κἀμὲ καὶ σ᾽ ὁμοῦ στένει.
ὥστ᾽ οὐχ ὕπνῳ γ' εὕδοντά μ' ἐξεγείρετε,
65
ἀλλ᾽ ἴστε πολλὰ μέν με δακρύσαντα δή,
πολλὰς δ᾽ ὁδοὺς ἐλθόντα φροντίδος πλάνοις.
ἣν δ᾽ εὖ σκοπῶν εὕρισκον ἴασιν μόνην,
ταύτην ἔπραξα· παῖδα γὰρ Μενοικέως
Κρέοντ᾽, ἐμαυτοῦ γαμβρόν, ἐς τὰ Πυθικὰ
70
ἔπεμψα Φοίβου δώμαθ', ὡς πύθοιθ᾽ ὅ τι
δρῶν ἢ τί φωνῶν τήνδε ῥυσαίμην πόλιν.
καί μ᾽ ἦμαρ ἤδη ξυμμετρούμενον χρόνῳ
λυπεῖ τί πράσσει· τοῦ γὰρ εἰκότος πέρα
ἄπεστι πλείω τοῦ καθήκοντὰς χρόνου.
75
ὅταν δ᾽ ἵκηται, τηνικαῦτ᾽ ἐγὼ κακὸς
μὴ δρῶν ἂν εἴην πάνθ᾽ ὅσ᾽ ἂν δηλοῖ θεός.
ἀλλ᾽ εἰς καλὸν σύ τ' εἶπας οἵδε τ᾿ ἀρτίως
Κρέοντα προσστείχοντα σημαίνουσί μοι.
ποίου γὰρ ἀνδρὸς τήνδε μηνύει τύχην;
ἀλλ' ἐξ ὑπαρχῆς αὖθις αὔτ᾽ ἐγὼ φανῶ.
ἐπαξίως γὰρ Φοῖβος, ἀξίως δὲ σὺ
πρὸς τοῦ θανόντος τήνδ᾽ ἔθεσθ᾽ ἐπιστροφήν·
ὥστ᾽ ἐνδίκως ὄψεσθε κἀμὲ σύμμαχον,
135
γῇ τῇδε τιμωροῦντα τῷ θεῷ θ᾽ ἅμα.
ὑπὲρ γὰρ οὐχὶ τῶν ἀπωτέρω φίλων,
ἀλλ᾽ αὐτὸς αὐτοῦ τοῦτ᾽ ἀποσκεδῶ μύσος.
ὅστις γὰρ ἦν ἐκεῖνον ὁ κτανὼν τάχ᾽ ἂν
κἄμ᾽ ἂν τοιαύτῃ χειρὶ τιμωρεῖν θέλοι.
140
κείνῳ προσαρκῶν οὖν ἐμαυτὸν ὠφελῶ.
ἀλλ᾽ ὡς τάχιστα, παῖδες, ὑμεῖς μὲν βάθρων
ἵστασθε, τούσδ᾽ ἄραντες ἱκτῆρας κλάδους,
ἄλλος δὲ Κάδμου λαὸν ὧδ᾽ ἀθροιζέτω,
ὡς πᾶν ἐμοῦ δράσοντος. ἢ γὰρ εὐτυχεῖς
145
σὺν τῷ θεῷ φανούμεθ', ἢ πεπτωκότες.
[35 a.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1-150 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1 focus
Nurslings of Cadmus, children of my care,
1
Why press ye now to kneel before my gate
With sacred branches in those suppliant hands,
While o’er your city clouds of incense rise
And sounds of praise, mingling with sounds of woe?
5
I would not learn of your estate, my sons,
Through others, wherefore I myself am come,
Your Oedipus,—a name well known to men.
Speak, aged friend, whose look proclaims thee meet
To be their spokesman—What desire, what fear
10
Hath brought you? Doubt not of my earnest will
To lend all succour. Hard would be the heart
That looked unmoved on such a kneeling throng.
Great ruler of my country, thou beholdest
The different ages of our flock who here
Are gathered round thine altar,—some, whose wing
15
Hath not yet ventured far from home, and some
Burdened with many years, priests of the Gods,
Myself the arch priest of Zeus, and these fresh youths,
A chosen few. Others there are who crowd
The holy agora and the temples twain
20
Of Pallas, and Ismenus’ hallowed fires,
A suppliant host. For, as thyself perceivest,
Our city is tempest tost, and all too weak
To lift above the waves her weary prow
That plunges in a rude and ravenous sea.
Earth’s buds are nipped, withering the germs within,
25
Our cattle lose their increase, and our wives
Have fruitless travail; and that scourge from Heaven,
The fiery Pestilence abhorred of men,
Descending on our people with dire stroke
Lays waste the Home of Cadmus, while dark Death
Wins ample tribute of laments and groans.
30
We kneel, then, at thy hearth; not likening thee
Unto the gods, I nor these children here,
But of men counting thee the first in might
Whether to cope with earthly casualty
Or visiting of more than earthly Power.
35
Thou, in thy coming to this Theban land,
Didst take away the hateful tax we paid
To that stern songstress,—aided not by us
With hint nor counsel, but, as all believe,
Gifted from heaven with life-restoring thought.
Now too, great Oedipus of matchless fame,
40
We all uplift our suppliant looks to thee,
To find some help for us, whether from man,
Or through the prompting of a voice Divine.
Experienced counsel, we have seen and know,
Hath ever prosperous issue. Thou, then, come,
Noblest of mortals, give our city rest
45
From sorrow! come, take heed! seeing this our land
Now calls thee Saviour for thy former zeal;
And ’twere not well to leave this memory
Of thy great reign among Cadmean men,
‘He raised us up, only again to fall.’
50
Let the salvation thou hast wrought for us
50
Be flawless and assured! As once erewhile
Thy lucky star gave us prosperity,
Be the same man to-day. Wouldst thou be king
In power, as in command, ’tis greater far
To rule a people than a wilderness.
55
Since nought avails or city or buttressed wall
Or gallant vessel, if unmanned and void.
Ye touch me to the core. Full well I know
Your trouble and your desire. Think not, my sons,
I have no feeling of your misery!
60
Yet none of you hath heaviness like mine.
Your grief is held within the single breast
Of each man severally. My burdened heart
Mourns for myself, for Thebè, and for you.
Your coming hath not roused me from repose:
65
I have watched, and bitterly have wept; my mind
Hath travelled many a labyrinth of thought.
And now I have tried in act the only plan
Long meditation showed me. I have sent
The brother of my queen, Menoeceus’ son,
70
Creon, to learn, in Phoebus’ Delphian Hall,
What word or deed of mine may save this city.
And when I count the time, I am full of pain
To guess his speed; for he is absent long,
Beyond the limit of expectancy.
75
But when he shall appear, base then were I
In aught to disobey the voice of Heaven.
Lo, in good time, crowning thy gracious word,
’Tis told me by these youths, Creon draws near.
Whose murder doth Apollo thus reveal?
But I will track this evil to the spring
And clear it to the day. Most worthily
Doth great Apollo, worthily dost thou
Prompt this new care for the unthought of dead.
And me too ye shall find a just ally,
135
Succouring the cause of Phoebus and the land.
Since, in dispelling this dark cloud, I serve
No indirect or distant claim on me,
But mine own life, for he that slew the king
May one day turn his guilty hand ’gainst me
With equal rage. In righting Laius, then,
140
I forward mine own cause.—Now, children, rise
From the altar-steps, and lift your suppliant boughs,
And let some other summon to this place
All Cadmus’ people, and assure them, I
Will answer every need. This day shall see us
145
Blest with glad fortune through God’s help, or fallen.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1 focus
Kinder, ihr, des alten Kadmos neuer Stamm, 1 2 3
1
Weßhalb erscheint ihr lagernd auf den Stufen hier,
Geschmückt mit Zweigen als die Hülfeflehenden? 4
Erfüllt von Opferdüften ist die ganze Stadt,
Erfüllt von Bittgesängen und von Klageruf.
5
Hierüber wollt' ich Kunde nicht durch Boten erst
Vernehmen, Kinder; darum trat ich selbst heraus,
Ich, Dedipus, von Allen weit mit Ruhm genannt.
(zu dem Oberpriester)
So sage du mir, Alter, weil es dir geziemt,
Für die das Wort zu führen: was trieb euch hieher?
10
War's eine Sorge, war's ein Wunsch? Gern möcht' ich euch
Beisteh'n in Allem, und gefühllos wär' ich ja,
Erweckte solches Flehen nicht Mitleid in mir.
Nun denn, Beherrscher meines Landes, Dedipus,
Von jedem Alter siehst du hier gelagert uns
15
An deinen Herden: Kinder, die zu weitem Flug 5
Noch nicht erstarkt sind, Priester, die das Alter beugt, -
Zeus' Diener, mich, - hier auserles'ne Jünglinge;
Wie wir, geschmückt mit Zweigen, sizt das andre Volk
Kings auf den Märkten, um die beiden Tempel dort 6
20
Der Pallas und Ismenos' Seherherd zunächst.
Die Stadt, du siehst es selber ja, schwankt ungestüm
Im Wogenaufruhr und vermag nicht mehr das Haupt
Emporzuheben aus dem Meer der Todesflut,
Hinsterbend hier im fruchtbeschwerten Keim der Flur,
25
Hinsterbend dort in Rinderheerden und der Frau'n
Noch ungebor'nen Kindern; hergestürmt mit Glut,
Verwüstet grimmvoll unsre Stadt der Seuche Gott,
Daß Kadmos Haus verödet und das dunkle Land 7
Der Schatten reicher an Gestöhn und Klagen wird.
30
Drum lagr' ich samt den Kindern hier um deinen Herd;
Zwar nicht den Göttern achten wir dich gleich, o Herr,
Doch als der Menschen Ersten bei den Schickungen
Der Götter und auf wechselvoller Lebensbahn;
Denn du, gelangt zu Kadmos' Burg, erlöstest uns
35
Vom Zinse, den wir dargebracht der grausen Sphinx, 8
Und ohne daß dir weitre Kunde ward von uns,
Noch Unterweisung; nein, mit Götterhülse nur,
So sagt und glaubt man, schirmtest du das Leben uns.
Auch jezt, du hochgewaltig Haupt des Dedipus,
40
Fleh'n dir wir alle, lagernd hier zu deinen Knie'n,
Uns Hülfe wo zu finden, ob ein Gottesspruch,
Ob eines Menschen Wissen sie dir offenbart.
Denn wohl erkenn' ich, daß des Vielerfahrenen
Kathschlüsse stets ein segenvolles Ende krönt.
45
Auf, bester aller Menschen, richt' empor die Stadt!
Auf, walte sorgsam! Heute nennt dich Retter noch
Dies Land für Liebe, die du treu vordem bewährt;
Doch deiner Herrschaft dächten wir nie mehr hinfort,
Wenn sie zuerst uns steigen, dann versinken ließ.
50
Auf sichrem Grunde richte denn die Stadt empor!
Dich führten gute Götter, als du früher uns
Das Glück erschusest: zeige nun auch also dich!
Denn willst du Herr sein, wie du's bist, in diesem Reich,
Ist's über Menschen schöner, als im öden Land.
55
Denn wahrlich Nichts ist weder Schiff noch feste Burg,
Beraubt der Männer, die zuvor darin gewohnt.
Ihr armen Kinder, wohlbekannt, nicht unbekannt,
Sind eures Herzens Wünsche mir. Wohl weiß ich es,
Ihr leidet alle; doch wie schwer ihr leidet auch,
60
Ist euer Niemand, welcher litte so wie ich.
Denn euer Leid ist Eines, ist auf Einen nur
Beschränkt und keinen Andern sonst; doch mein Gemüth
Beklagt die Stadt der Väter, mich und dich zugleich.
So weckt mich eure Stimme nicht vom Schlummer auf;
65
Nein, wisset, manche Thräne hab' ich schon geweint,
Bin manchen Pfad der Sorge schon umhergeirrt;
Das Eine Rettungsmittel, das ich sinnend fand,
Versucht' ich endlich: nach Apollons Heiligthum
In Pytho sandt' ich Kreon, meinen Schwager, aus, 9
70
Den Sohn Menökeus', um zu späh'n, durch welche That,
Durch welches Wort ich diese Stadt erretten mag.
Schon bangt mir, wie's ihm gehe, zähl' ich nach die Zeit,
Seitdem er auszog; über mein Erwarten ja
Verweilt er länger außen, als es ziemlich scheint.
75
Doch wenn er anlangt, wär' ich wohl ein schlechter Mann,
Vollendet' ich nicht Alles, was der Gott gebeut.
(Jünglinge treten an ihn heran.)
Ein Wort des Trostes sprachest du, und eben wird
Von diesen mir bedeutet, daß sich Kreon naht.
Und welches Mannes Schicksal meint der Gott damit?
Von Anbeginn denn werde dies von mir enthüllt.
Denn würdig war's des Phöbos, würdig deiner war's,
Daß ihr dem Todten diese Sorge zugewandt.
Drum sollt ihr mich auch billig seh'n in eurem Bund
135
Die Noth des Landes sühnen und den Gott zugleich.
Und nicht für ferne Freunde ja vollbring' ich das;
Vom eignen Haupte schaff' ich mir den Gräuel fort.
Denn wer es war, der ihn erschlug, er will vielleicht 12
Sich auch an mir vergreifen mit derselben Hand.
140
Drum wenn ich jenem diene, dien' ich mir zugleich.
Nun flugs erhebt euch, Kinder, von den Stufen hier,
Und nehmt den Schmuck der Fleh'nden, eure Zweige, mit;
Ein Andrer aber sammle hier des Kadmos Volk; 13
Denn jezt versuch' ich Alles; bald wird's offenbar,
145
Ob uns der Gott Glück sendet oder Untergang.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1 focus
O my loved sons ! the youthful progeny
1
Of ancient Cadmus, wherefore sit you here
1
And suppliant thus, with sacred boughs adorned,
1
Crowd to our altars 1 Frequent sacrifice
1
And prayers and sighs and sorrows fill the land.
1
I could have sent to learn the fatal cause ;
1
But see, your anxious sovereign comes himself
To know it all from you ; behold your king,
Kenowned CEdipus ; do thou, old man,
r
For best that office suits thy years, inform me,
Why you are come ; is it the present ill
That calls you here, or dread of future woe ?
Hard were indeed the heart that did not feel
For giief like yours, and pity such distress :
If there be aught that (Edipus can do
To serve his people, know me for your friend.
PitiEST. O king ! thou seest what numbers throng thy
altars ;
Here, bending sad beneath the weight of years,
The hoary priests, here crowd the chosen youth
Of Thebes, with these a weak and suppliant train
5
Of helpless infants, last in me behold
5
The minister of J ove : far oft" thou seest
5
Assembled multitudes, with laurel crowned,
5
To where Minerva's hallowed temples rise
5
Frequent repair, or wheie Ismenus laves
Apollo's sacred shrine : too well thou knowst
Thy wi-etched Thebes, with dreadful storms oppressed,
Scarce lifts her head above the whelming flood ;
The teeming earth her blasted harvest mourns,
And on the barren plain the flocks and herds
Unnumbered perish ; dire abortion thwarts
The mother's hopes, and painful she brings forth
The half-formed infant ; baleful pestilence
Hath laid our city waste, the fiery god
Stalks o'er deserted Thebes ; whilst with our groans
Enriched, the gloomy god of Erebus
Triumphant smiles. O (Edipus ! to thee
We bend ; behold these youths, with me they kneel,
And suppliant at thy altars sue for aid,
To thee the first of men, and only less
Than them whose favour thou alone canst gain,
The gods above ; thy wisdom yet may heal
The deep-felt wounds, and make the powers divine
Propitious to us. Thebes long since to thee
Her safety owed, when from the Sphynx delivered
10
Thy gi-ateful people saw thee, not by man
10
But by the gods instructed, save the land :
10
Now then, thou best of kings, assist us now.
10
Oh ! by some mortal or immortal aid
10
F
Now succour the distress! On wisdom oft,
P And prudent counsels in the hour of ill,
Success awaits. O dearest prince ! support,
Relieve thy Thebes; on thee, its saviour once.
Again its ."•alls. Now, if thou wouldst not see
The mem'ry perish of thy former deeds,
Let it not call in vain, but rise, and save !
With happiest omens once and fair succeso
We saw thee crowned : oh ! be thyself again,
And may thy will and fortune be the same !
If thou art yet to reign, O king ! remember
A sovereign's riches is a peopled realm ;
For what will ships or lofty towers avail
Unarmed with men to guard and to defend them ?
O my unhappy sons ! too well I know
Your sad estate. I know the woes of Thebes ;
And yet amongst you lives not such a wretch
60
As (Edipus ; for oh ! on me, my children.
Your sorrows press. Alas ! I feel for you
My people, for myself, for Thebes, for all !
Think not I slept regardless of your ills ;
Oh no ! with many a tear I wept your fate.
65
And oft in meditation deep revolved
How best your peace and safety to restore :
The only medicine that my thoughts could find
I have administered : Menteceus' son.
The noble Creon, went by my command
70
To Delphos from Apollo's shrine, to know
What must be done to save this wretched land t
'Tis time he were returned : I wonder much
At his delay. If, when he comes, your king
Perform not all the god enjoins, then say
75
He is the worst of men.
O king ! thy words
; Are gracious, and if right these youths inform
me,
Creon is here.
O Phoebus ! grant he come
With tidings cheerful as the smile he wears !
Or by banishment, or death.
Life must be given for life ; for yet his blood
Rests on the city.
The Sphynx.
Her dire enigma kept our thoughts intent
On present ills, nor gave us time to search
The past mysterious deed.
Soon to unveil it. Thou, Apollo, well,
135
And well hast thou, my Creon, lent thy aid.
Your QEdipus shall now perform his part.
Yes, I will fight for Phoebus and my country.
And so I ought. For not to friends alone,
Or kindred, owe I this, but to myself.
140
Who murdered him, perchance would murder me I
His cause is mine. Wherefore, my children, rise;
Take hence your suppliant boughs, and summon here
The race of Cadmus — my assembled people.
Nought shall be left untried. Apollo leads, 9
145
And we shall rise to joy, or sink for ever. :
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1 focus
WHY, O my sons, ye youthful progeny
Of Cadmus old, why have you here your seats
Holding these suppliant boughs, whilst incense fumes
Through all the town, and sacred songs and cries
Resound? No vulgar messenger I send,
But deem it worthy the illustrious name
Of Edipus to learn the cause of this
In person. Speak then thou, whose reverend age
Claims this respect; inform me what your state,
Your fears or sufferings; in each point my will
Is prompt to succour: ruthless were my heart,
Did it not melt with pity at this sight.
Sovereign of Thebes, imperial Edipus,...
Thou seest us what we are, who sit thus low
15
Before thy altars; some whose unfledged wings
Bear them not far; and some who bend beneath
The weight of age, Priests these, myself the Priest
Of Jupiter; and some, the noblest youths,
The flow'r of Thebes. Her other sons arranged
20
Along the forum hold their suppliant boughs,
And at Minerva's temples, and the shrine
Prophetic nigh Ismenus: for the state,
Thine eyes behold it, labours in the storm,
Unable from the blood-stain'd wave to rear
25
Her head: her opening buds unfruitful fall,
Scorch'd by the baneful blasts: her pastured herds
Perish, her infants perish ere the birth.
Incumbent o'er the town destructive hangs
The fiery pestilence, beneath whose force
Thebes becomes desolate; with sighs and groans
Mean while the gloomy Pluto is enrich'd.
Now at thy altars sit I, and these youths,
Not that we deem thee equal to the gods,
35
But 'midst th' afflicting accidents of life,
Or sufferings sent from heav'n, the first of men.
For thou at Thebes arriving didst redeem.
The city from the tribute which we paid
To the harsh-screaming monster, not inform'd
40
By us, or counsell'd; no, with higher thought
We deem thee by some god inspired to raise
Our state to life. And now, most potent king,
Thus prostrate at thy feet we all implore
Thy aid; for our distress find some relief,
45
Attending to some god's oracular voice,
Or by some sage instructed; for I see
The counsels of th' experienced give fresh life
Since now
50
E'en in calamities. Thou best of men,
Go on, th' afflicted city once more raise;
Go on, and prudence be thy guide.
This country for thy former generous deeds
Hails thee as her preserver, of thy reign
55
Let us not hold this memory, that by thee
From ruin raised, by sad reverse at last
We sink in ruin; but once more this state
Restore to safety; as thou gavest us then
With happy auspices fair fortune, now
Be like thyself. More glorious wilt thou reign
O'er peopled, than o'er desolated realms :
The strong-ribb'd galley, and the rampired tow'r,
Their martial youth if wanting, nought avail.
O my lamented sons, for ills well known
To me you seek redress; I know that grief
Hangs heavy on you all, but most on me:
His private sufferings each bewails; but I
Mourn for the city, for myself, and you.
85
I want no voice to rouse me; many tears
85
These eyes have pour'd, with many anxious thoughts
85
My breast has labour'd, tracing various ways
For your relief. That, which alone could give
Hope of success, I follow'd; I have sent
What the offence? the expiation what?
But I will bring them into light again
From their first cause. Of Phœbus for the dead
This zeal is worthy, worthy too of thee;
And me confederate in the same just cause
You shall behold; this country and the god
I will avenge. Not for some distant friend,
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1-150 focus