Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus at Colonus 16

Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus at Colonus. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge. 1899.

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Editions (2)
Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1670 focus
αἰαῖ, ἔστιν ἔστι νῷν δὴ
1670
οὐ τὸ μέν, ἄλλο δὲ μή, πατρὸς ἔμφυτον
ἄλαστον αἷμα δυσμόροιν στενάζειν,
ᾧτινι τὸν πολὺν
ἄλλοτε μὲν πόνον ἔμπεδον εἴχομεν,
ἐν πυμάτῳ δʼ ἀλόγιστα παροίσομεν
1675
ἰδόντε καὶ παθούσα.
πόθος καὶ κακῶν ἄρʼ ἦν τις.
καὶ γὰρ ὃ μηδαμὰ δὴ τὸ φίλον φίλον,
ὁπότε γε καὶ τὸν ἐν χεροῖν κατεῖχον.
ὦ πάτερ, ὦ φίλος,
1700
ὦ τὸν ἀεὶ κατὰ γᾶς σκότον εἱμένος·
οὐδὲ γέρων ἀφίλητος ἐμοί ποτε
καὶ τᾷδε μὴ κυρήσῃς.
α΄ (2)
πάλιν, φίλα, συθῶμεν.
ἀντ.β΄.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1670-1750 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1670 focus
Alas!
1670
How manifold, the inheritance of woe
1670
Drawn from the troubled fountain of our birth!
Indelible, ineradicable grief!
For him erewhile
We had labour infinite and unrelieved,
And now in his last hour we have to tell
1675
Of sights and sorrows beyond thought.
If to be thus is well, then may one long
For evil to return. Things nowise dear
Were dear to me, whiles I had him to embrace.
O father! loved one! that art wearing now
1700
The eternal robe of darkness underground,
Old as thou wert, think not this maid and I
Will cease from loving thee!
Thither again, dear girl, let us go speedily!
Fear nought,
Dear maidens!
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1670 focus
Müssen wir jammern, wir Unglückseligen,
Daß wir des Vaters grausem Blut entsprossen,
Welchen zu pflegen, wir
1655
Stets die unendlichen Mühen erduldeten,
Und noch am Ziele besteh'n das Unnennbare :
Wir sahen's, wir erfuhren's!
So war denn Wonne selbst im Leide;
Freundlich erschien mir ja selbst Unfreundliches,
Solang ich ihn nur hielt in meinen Armen.
Vater, in's ewige
Dunkel der Erde gehüllt, o Geliebtester!
1680
Ewig ja bleiben wir, ich und die Schwester, dir
Mit unsrer Liebe nahe!
Ihm wurde
Laß uns zurückgeh'n, Schwester!
1700
zaget nicht, ihr Lieben!
Auch jüngst entfloht ihr
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1670 focus
Ismene (loith Attendants), Messenger,
He is ; his death was straii-ge
And wonderful, for not in war he fell,
Nor did the sea o'erwhelm him, but the earth
Hath hid him from us ; deadly night hath closed
Our eyes in sadness ; whether o'er the seas
1700
We roam, or exiles in a foreign land
Lead our sad days, we must be still unhappy.
Alas ! I only wish I might have died
With my poor father ; wherefore should I ask
For longer life ?
Ere blot thee from my memory.
Alas !
Alas ! my sister, what must be our fate,
Forlorn and helpless, of our father thus
Bereft ?
Let us be gone.
Reprove me, my Ismene 1
He is yet
Un buried, and without
Oh ! lead me there,
Then kill me if thou wilt ; for where, alas !
Friends, be comforted.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1670 focus
And loud laments, gives sign that they approach.
1670
Now, wretched as we are, now we must wail
Miseries till now unknown, our father's death,
Which time can ne'er erase: for his dear sake
With patience many a painful toil we bore;
Now, at the last, what miseries must we see
1675
And suffer, miseries dreadful to the sense!
But on our eyes (unhappy me!) now hangs
1715
The sickly gloom of night: for by what means,
Wandering o'er what strange land, what billowy sea,
Shall we the poor supports of life procure?
I know not. Oh that ruthless death would take
Me too, unhappy me, that I might die,
Die with my aged father! for in life
1730
What now remains that prompts a wish to live?"
Most excellent of daughters, what the gods
Assign our lot, submissive to bear well
Becomes us. Check the ardour of your grief;
Becalm; no cause of lamentation here.
I had a fondness e'en for ills with him;
Things not delightful, whilst these hands sustain'd
His feeble limbs, afforded me delight.
O my loved father, now beneath the earth
Closed in eternal darkness, dear to me
He hath indeed obtain'd
What he wish'd warmly: in a foreign land
He died, and lodges in eternal shadest ni
Beneath the ground: nor hath he left a grief
That shall forget to weep; for from my eyesin
For thee, my father, shall the tears of worl
For ever stream'; for nothing can efface
This sorrow deep imprinted on my hearted
Thou shou'dst not in a foreign land have died;
But thou hast died, and left me desolate
But, ye loved mourners, since his life hath found
An end the best, the happiest, cease your griefs;
For the assaults of misery none escapelt owne
Hence, my loved sister, let us haste again wond
Whither? with what intent?
I have a wisha di sit
A strong desire, wretch that I am to seen t
Where in his mansion low my father lieske ov
How may this be? Reflect, ah wretched medici
He lies without a tomb, deprivd of all
Lead me, then kill me. Where henceforth, ah me!
Shall I deserted, friendless, helpless; pass s brid I
My miserable life?
My mourning friends,il olloot zill
Be not thus troubled woodti havol za O
Whither shall I flyo ni bosol
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1670-1750 focus

Notes on the current edition

Oedipus at Colonus

1. (after a long deathagony)