Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 911

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

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 911 focus
χώρας ἄνακτες, δόξα μοι παρεστάθη
ναοὺς ἱκέσθαι δαιμόνων, τάδ᾽ ἐν χεροῖν
στέφη λαβούσῃ κἀπιθυμιάματα.
ὑψοῦ γὰρ αἴρει θυμὸν Οἰδίπους ἄγαν
λύπαισι παντοίαισιν· οὐδ᾽ ὁποῖʼ ἀνὴρ
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ἔννους τὰ καινὰ τοῖς πάλαι τεκμαίρεται,
ἀλλ᾽ ἐστὶ τοῦ λέγοντος, εἰ φόβους λέγῃ.
ὅτ᾽ οὖν παραινοῦσ᾽ οὐδὲν ἐς πλέον ποιῶ,
πρὸς σ᾽, ὦ Λύκειʼ Ἄπολλον, ἄγχιστος γὰρ εἶ,
ἱκέτις ἀφῖγμαι τοῖσδε σὺν κατεύγμασιν,
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ὅπως λύσιν τινʼ ἡμὶν εὐαγῆ πόρῃς·
ὡς νῦν ὀκνοῦμεν πάντες ἐκπεπληγμένον
κεῖνον βλέποντες ὡς κυβερνήτην νεώς.
ΑΓΓΕΛΟΣ.
ἆρ᾽ ἂν παρ᾽ ὑμῶν, ὦ ξένοι, μάθοιμ' ὅπου
τὰ τοῦ τυράννου δώματ' ἐστὶν Οἰδίπου;
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μάλιστα δ᾽ αὐτὸν εἴπατ᾽, εἰ κάτισθ᾽ ὅπου.
ὦ φίλτατον γυναικὸς Ἰοκάστης κάρα,
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τί μ' ἐξεπέμψω δεῦρο τῶνδε δωμάτων;
τί δ᾽ ἂν φοβοῖτ᾽ ἄνθρωπος, ᾧ τὰ τῆς τύχης
κρατεῖ, πρόνοια δ᾽ ἐστὶν οὐδενὸς σαφής;
εἰκῆ κράτιστον ζῆν, ὅπως δύναιτό τις.
σὺ δ᾽ εἰς τὰ μητρὸς μὴ φοβοῦ νυμφεύματα·
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πολλοὶ γὰρ ἤδη κἀν ὀνείρασιν βροτῶν
μητρὶ ξυνευνάσθησαν. ἀλλὰ ταῦθ᾽ ὅτῳ
παρ᾽ οὐδέν ἐστι, ῥᾷστα τὸν βίον φέρει.
ἦ γὰρ τάδ᾽ ὀκνῶν κεῖθεν ἦσθ᾽ ἀπόπτολις;
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εὑρὼν ναπαίαις ἐν Κιθαιρῶνος πτυχαῖς.
γύναι, νοεῖς ἐκεῖνον, ὅντιν᾿ ἀρτίως
μολεῖν ἐφιέμεσθα; τόνδ' οὗτος λέγει;
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 911-1085 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 911 focus
Are ye the men to tell me where to find
The mansion of the sovereign Oedipus?
Or better, where he may himself be found?
Jocasta, my dear queen, why didst thou send
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To bring me hither from our palace-hall?
Why should man fear, seeing his course is ruled
By fortune, and he nothing can foreknow?
’Tis best to live at ease as best one may.
Then fear not thou thy mother’s nuptial hour.
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Many a man ere now in dreams hath lain
With her who bare him. He hath least annoy
Who with such omens troubleth not his mind.
Did fear of this make thee so long an exile?
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Found in Cithaeron’s hollowy wilderness.
We lately sought that one should come, my queen.
Know’st thou, is this of whom he speaks the same?
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German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 911 focus
Ihr Häupter Thebe's, ich beschloß in meinem Sinn,
Der Götter Tempeln mich zu nah'n, die Kränze hier
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In meinen Händen tragend und das Räucherwerk.
Denn allzuschwer ringt Dedipus in bangem Muth
Mit mannigfachem Kummer; nach dem Alten mag
Er nicht das Neue messen, wie's dem Klugen ziemt; 1
Nein, offen ist er jedem Wort, das Schrecken bringt.
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Mit meinem Zuspruch kann ich nichts hier schaffen mehr;
(sie wendet sich zu dem Altar des Apollon)
Drum nah' ich flehend mit den Weihgeschenken dir,
Lykeier Phöbos, weil du mir der Nächste bist, 2
Auf daß du heilig lösest uns aus diesem Leid:
Denn, ach, wir alle zagen, nun wir ihn betäubt
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Von Schrecken seh'n, der unsres Schiffes Steuer führt.
Ein Bote. Die Vorigen.
Der Botr.
Gewährtet ihr, o Freunde, wohl die Kunde mir,
Wo seine Wohnung Dedipus, der König, hat?
Doch, wisset ihr's, sagt lieber, wo er selber weilt.
Mein trautes Weib, Iokaste, vielgeliebtes Haupt,
In welcher Absicht riefst du mich vom Haus hieher?
Was hat der Mensch zu fürchten, den das Ungefähr
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Beherrscht, und den kein sichrer Blick vorahnend lenkt?
Am besten lebt er ohne Harm, wie's eben geht.
Drum bange dir vor deiner Mutter Ehe nicht.
Denn viele Menschen sahen auch in Träumen schon
Sich zugesellt der Mutter; doch wer alles dies
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Für nichtig achtet, trägt die Last des Lebens leicht.
Und um des Vaters Mörder nicht zu sein, o Greis.
In tiefer Waldschlucht am Kithäron fand ich dich.
Frau, meinst du, jener, den wir eben jezt hieher
Beschieden, sei derselbe, den der Bote meint?
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 911 focus
Thou art, and I will tell thee ;
Thou art my hope — to whom should I impart
My sorrows, but to thee? Know then, Jocasta,
I am the son of Polybus, who reigns
At Corinth, and the Dorian Merope
His queen ; there long I held the foremost rank,
Honoured and happy, when a strange event
The deep concern I felt) alarmed me much :
A drunken reveller at a feast proclaimed
That I was only the supposed son
Of Corinth's king. Scarce could I bear that day
The vile reproach. The next, I sought my parents
And asked of them the truth ; they too, enraged,
Resented much the base indignity.
I liked their tender warmth, but still I felt
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A secret anguish, and, unknown to them,
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Sought out the Pythian oracle. In vain.
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Touching my parents nothing could I learn ;
But dreadful were the miseries it denounced
Against me. 'Twas my fate, Apollo said,
To wed my mother, to produce a race
Accursed and abhorred ; and last, to slay
My father who begat me. Sad decree !
Lest I should e'er fulfil the dire prediction,
Instant I fled from Corinth, by the stars
Guiding my hapless journey to the place
Where thou report'st this wretched king was slain.
But I will tell thee the whole truth. At length
came to where the three ways meet, when, lo!
I A herald, with another man hke him
! Wliom thou describst, and in a cliariot, met me.
Both strove with violence to drive me back ;
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Enraged, I struck the charioteer, when straight.
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As I advanced, the old man saw, and twice
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Smote me o' th' head, but dearly soon repaid
The insult on me ; from his chariot rolled
Prone on the earth, beneath my staff he fell,
And instantly expired ! Th' attendant train
All shared his fate. If this unhappy stranger
And Laius be the same, lives there a wretch
So cursed, so hateful to the gods as I am ?
Nor citizen nor alien must receive,
Or converse, or communion hold with me,
But drive me forth with infamy and shame.
The dreadful curse pronounced with my own lips
Shall soon o'ertake me. I have stained the bed
Of him whom I had murdered ; am I then
Aught but pollution ? If I fly from hence,
The bed of incest meets me, and I go
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Tc sby m^ father Polybus, the best,
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The tenderest parent. This must bo. the work
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Of some malignant power. Ye righteous gods !
^Let me not seejbhatdaj'-, but rest in death,
Bather than su'ffer such calamity.
That shepherd is my only hope : Jocasta,
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Would he were here !
Joe. Suppose he were ; what then ?
What wouldst thou do ?
The laws descended from above.
Which, not like those by feeble mortals given,
Buried in dark oblivion lie,
Or worn by time decay, and die,
But bloom eternal like their native heaven !
Pride first gave birth to tyrflnufi^r"^
That hateful vice, insulting pride,
When, every human power defied,
She lifts to glory's height her votary ;
Soon stumbling, from her tottering throne
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She throws the wretched victim down.
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But may the pfod indulgent hear my prnyer,
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That god wliom humbly I adore,
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Oh ! may he smile on Thebes once more,
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And take its wretched monarch to his care !
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Perish the impious and profane,
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Who, void of reverential fear.
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Nor justice nor the laws revere,
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"Who leave their god for pleasure or for gain !
Who swell by fraud their ill-got store,
Who rob the wretched and the poor !
If vice unpunished virtue's meed obtain,
Who shall refrain the impetuous soul,
The rebel passions who control,
Or wherefore do I lead this choral train ?
No more to Delphi's sacred shrine
Need we with incense now repair,
No more shall Phocis hear our prayer ;
Nor fair Olympia see Jier rites divine ;
If oracles no longer prove
The power of Phoebus and of Jove.
Great lord of all, from thy eternal throne
Behold, how impious men defame
Thy loved Apollo's honoured name ;
Oh ! guard his rights, and vindicate thy own. [Exeunt.
'Scene I.
Chorus.
Sages and rulers of the land, I come
To seek the altars of the gods, and there
With incense and oblations to appease
Offended Heaven. My (Edipus, alas !
JN"o longer wise and prudent, as you all
Remember once he was, with present things
Compares the past, nor judges like himself ;
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Unnumbered cares perplex his anxious mind,
And every tale awakes new terrors in him ;
Vain is my counsel, for he hears me not.
First, then, to thee, O Phoebus ! for thou still
Art near to help the wretched, we appeal,
And suppliant beg thee now to grant thy aid
Propitious ; deep is our distress ; for, oh !
"We see our pilot sinking at the helm,
And much already fear the vessel lost.
Shepherd from Corinth, Jocasta, Chorus.
Can you instruct me, strangers, which way
lies
The palace of king Oedipus ; himself
I would most gladly see. Can you inform me ?
If touching this thou fii'St desir'st my answer ;
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Know, he is dead.
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Or some disease ?
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He had no children ; that persuaded him
To take and keep thee.
This shepherd ; whether still he lives at Thebes,
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Or in some neighbouring country. Tell me quick,
For it concerns us near.
It must be he
Whom thou didst lately send for ; but the queen
Can best inform thee.
QEdi. Knowst thou, my Jocasta,
Whether the man whom thou didst order hither.
And whom the shepherd speaks of, be the same 1
Joe Whom meant he ? for I know not. CEdipus,
Think not so deeply of this thing.
Forbid, Jocasta, I should now neglect
To clear my birth, when thus the path is marked
And open to me.
Joe. Do not, by the gods
I beg thee, do not, if thy life be dear.
Make further search, for I have felt enough
Already from it.
Kest thou satisfied ;
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Were I descended from a race of slaves,
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'Twould not dishonour thee.
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Joe. Yet hear me ; do not,
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Once more I beg thee, do not search this matter.
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And find it too.
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Joe. I know it best, and best
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Advise thee.
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Whate'er
May come of that, I am resolved to know
The secret of my birth, how mean soever
It chance to prove. Perhaps her sex's pride
May make her blush to find I was not born
Of noble parents ; but I call myself
The son of fortune, my indulgent mothei',
Whom I shall never be ashamed to own.
The kindred months that are like me, her children,
The years that roll obedient to her will,
Have raised me from the lowest state to power
And splendour. Wherefore, being what I am,
I need not fear the knowledge of my birth.
If my prophetic soul doth well divine.
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Ere on thy brow to-morrow's sun shall shine,
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Cithreron, thou the mystery shalt unfold ;
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The doubtful (Edipus, no longer blind,
Shall soon his country and his father find,
And all the story of his birth be told.
Then shall we in grateful lays
Celebrate our monarch's praise,
And in the sprightly dance our songs triumphant raise.
What heavenly power gave birth to thee, O king !
From Pan, the god of mountains, didst thou sprin^
With some fail' daughter of Apollo joined ;
Art thou from him who o'er Cyllene reigns,
JSwift Hermes, sporting in Arcadia's plains?
Some nymph of Helicon did Bacchus find —
Bacchus, who delights to rove
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Through the forest, hill and grove —
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And art thou, prince, the offspring of their love ?
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Chorus.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 911 focus
To bring this herdsman back; omit not that,
Whate'er to thee is pleasing I would do.
No more to Phœbus honours pay;
And things divine decay.
O my Jocasta, dearest to my soul,
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Why hast thou sent my presence to require?
Why should man fear, since fortune governs all?
Sage forecast sees nought clearly: wisest then
Is he who lives at hazard, as he may.
Fear not thy mother's bed; it is a dream,
Such as hath haunted many: he, who slights
To be divulg'd? Or may not strangers know?
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To this his former childless state
Induced him.
Knowest thou, lady, him we wish'd to come
To be the man of whom this stranger speaks?
Who...speak of whom?...Regard him not, nor wish
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On words at random utter'd e'en to think.
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English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 911-1085 focus