Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Electra 1.1

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Commentary on Sophocles: Electra. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge. 1907.

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Ὦ τοῦ στρατηγήσαντος γρ. τυραννήσαντος ἐν Τροίᾳ ποτὲ
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Ἀγαμέμνονος παῖ, νῦν ἐκεῖν ἔξεστί σοι
παρόντι λεύσσειν λεύσειν λεύσσειν, ὧν πρόθυμος ἦσθ᾽ ἀεί
τὸ γὰρ παλαιὸν Ἄργος οὑπόθεις οὗ retouched L. οὗ ἐπόθεις A. τόδε,
τῆς οἰστροπλῆγος ἄλσος Ινάχου κόρης·
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αὕτη δ᾽, Ὀρέστα, τοῦ λυκοκτόνου θεοῦ
ἀγορὰ Λύκειος· οὐξ δύξ ἀριστερᾶς δ᾽ ὅδε
ὦ φίλτατ᾿ ἀνδρῶν προσπόλων, ὥς μοι σαφῆ
σημεῖα φαίνεις ἐσθλὸς εἰς ἡμᾶς γεγώς.
ὥσπερ γὰρ ἵππος εὐγενής, κἂν ᾖ γέρων,
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ἐν τοῖσι δεινοῖς θυμὸν οὐκ ἀπώλεσεν,
ἀλλ᾽ ὀρθὸν οὖς ἵστησιν, ὡσαύτως ὡσταύτως L. ὡσαύτως C6. δὲ σὺ
ἡμᾶς τ᾽ τ' from y? L. δ΄ Γ. ὀτρύνεις καὐτὸς ἐν πρώτοις ἕπει.
τοιγὰρ τὰ μὲν δόξαντα δηλώσω, σὺ δὲ
ὀξεῖαν ἀκοὴν τοῖς ἐμοῖς λόγοις διδούς,
εἰ μή τι καιροῦ τυγχάνω, μεθάρμοσον.
ἐγὼ γὰρ ἡνίχ᾽ ἱκόμην τὸ Πυθικὸν
μαντεῖον, ὡς μάθοιμ' ὅτῳ τρόπῳ πατρὶ πατρὸς
δίκας ἀροίμην τῶν φονευσάντων πάρα,
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ἡμεῖς δὲ πατρὸς πρὸς τύμβον, ὡς ἐφίετο,
λοιβαῖσι λοιβαῖσ τε AΓ. λοιβαῖσι C. πρῶτον καὶ καρατόμοις χλιδαῖς
στέψαντες, εἶτ᾿ ἄψορρον ἥξομεν πάλιν,
τύπωμα χαλκόπλευρον ᾐρμένοι χεροῖν,
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ὃ καὶ σὺ θάμνοις οἶσθά μοι που ποῦ κεκρυμμένον,
ὅπως λόγῳ κλέπτοντες ἡδεῖαν φάτιν
φέρωμεν φέροιμεν φέρωμεν αὐτοῖς, τοὐμὸν ὡς ἔρρει δέμας
φλογιστὸν ἤδη καὶ κατηνθρακωμένον.
τί γάρ με λυπεῖ τοῦθ᾽, ὅταν λόγῳ θανὼν
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ἔργοισι σωθῶ κἀξενέγκωμαι κλέος;
δοκῶ μέν, οὐδὲν ὡσ οὐδὲν L. μὲ οὐδὲν A. ῥῆμα σὺν κέρδει συγκέρδει κακόν.
ἰώ μοί μοι ἰώ μοί μοί L. ἰώ μοι μοί Α. δύστηνος.
ὦ φάος φάος L. ἁγνὸν
καὶ γῆς *ἰσόμοιρ᾽ ἰσόμοιρος MSS. Porson corr. ἀήρ, ὥς μοι
πολλὰς μὲν θρήνων ᾠδάς,
πολλὰς δ᾽ ἀντήρεις ᾔσθου
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στέρνων πλαγὰς αἱμασσομένων,
ὁπόταν δνοφερὰ νὺξ ὑπολειφθῇ·
ἀλλ᾽ οὐ μὲν δὴ
λήξω θρήνων στυγερῶν τε γόων,
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English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1 focus
Son of the king who led the Achaean host
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Erewhile beleaguering Troy, ’tis thine to day
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To see around thee what through many a year
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Thy forward spirit hath sighed for. Argolis
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Lies here before us, hallowed as the scene
Of Io’s wildering pain: yonder, the mart
Named from the wolf slaying God, and there, to our left,
Hera’s famed temple. For we reach the bourn
Of far renowned Mycenae, rich in gold
And Pelops’ fatal roofs before us rise,
Haunted with many horrors, whence my hand,
Thy murdered sire then lying in his gore,
Received thee from thy sister, and removed
Where I have kept thee safe and nourished thee
To this bright manhood thou dost bear, to be
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The avenger of thy father’s bloody death.
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Wherefore, Orestes, and thou, Pylades,
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Dearest of friends, though from a foreign soil,
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Prepare your enterprise with speed. Dark night
Is vanished with her stars, and day’s bright orb
Hath waked the birds of morn into full song.
Now, then, ere foot of man go forth, ye two
Knit counsels. ’Tis no time for shy delay:
The very moment for your act is come.
Kind faithful friend, how well thou mak’st appear
Thy constancy in service to our house!
As some good steed, aged, but nobly bred,
Slacks not his spirit in the day of war,
But points his ears to the fray, even so dost thou
Press on and urge thy master in the van.
Hear, then, our purpose, and if aught thy mind,
Keenly attent, discerns of weak or crude
In this I now set forth, admonish me.
I, when I visited the Pythian shrine
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Oracular, that I might learn whereby
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To punish home the murderers of my sire,
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Had word from Phoebus which you straight shall hear:
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‘No shielded host, but thine own craft, O King!
The righteous death-blow to thine arm shall bring.’
Then, since the will of Heaven is so revealed,
Go thou within, when Opportunity
Shall marshal thee the way, and gathering all
Their business, bring us certain cognizance.
Age and long absence are a safe disguise;
They never will suspect thee who thou art.
And let thy tale be that another land,
Phocis, hath sent thee forth, and Phanoteus,
Than whom they have no mightier help in war.
Then, prefaced with an oath, declare thy news,
Orestes’ death by dire mischance, down-rolled
From wheel-borne chariot in the Pythian course.
So let the fable be devised; while we,
As Phoebus ordered, with luxuriant locks
Shorn from our brows, and fair libations, crown
My father’s sepulchre, and thence return
Bearing aloft the shapely vase of bronze
That’s hidden hard by in brushwood, as thou knowest,
And bring them welcome tidings, that my form
Is fallen ere now to ashes in the fire.
How should this pain me, in pretence being dead,
Really to save myself and win renown?
No saying bodes men ill, that brings them gain.
Oft have I known the wise, dying in word,
Return with glorious salutation home.
So lightened by this rumour shall mine eye
Blaze yet like bale-star on mine enemies.
O native earth! and Gods that hold the land,
Accept me here, and prosper this my way!
Thou, too, paternal hearth! To thee I come,
Justly to cleanse thee by behest from heaven.
Send me not bootless, Gods, but let me found
A wealthy line of fair posterity!
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I have spoken. To thy charge! and with good heed
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Perform it. We go forth. The Occasion calls,
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Great taskmaster of enterprise to men.
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(). Woe for my hapless lot!
Awaiting him I endlessly endure;
Unwed and childless still I go,
With tears in constant flow,
Girt round with misery that finds no cure.
But he forgets his wrong and all my teaching.
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What message have I sent beseeching,
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But baffled flies back idly home?
Ever he longs, he saith, but, longing, will not come.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1 focus
O Sohn des Feldherrn, der in Troas einst gebot, 1
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Des Agamemnon, endlich ist es dir vergönnt,
Zu schaun mit Augen, was zu schaun dich stets verlangt.
Dein graues Argos, deiner Sehnsucht Land, ist hier, 2
Der wuthgeschlagnen Inachid' uralter Hain;
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Das dort, Orestes, ist der Markt des Lykiers,
Des wolferlegenden Gottes, und zur Liuken hier
Der Hera stolzer Tempel: wo wir hingelangt,
Schaust du Mykenä's Veste, reich an goldnem Schaz,
Und hier der Pelopsenkel unheilschwangres Haus,
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Wo nach des Vaters grausem Tod ich ehedem
Von deiner Schwester dich empfing und weiter trug
Und rettet' und zu solcher Jugendblüte dich
Aufzog, dereinst zu rächen deines Vaters Mord.
Nun denn, Orestes, und o du, mein Pylades,
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Der Freunde liebster, was zu thun, berathet schnell:
Denn schon erweckt der Sonne strahlenvoller Glanz
Der Vögel Morgenstimmen uns zu hellem Schall;
Die schwarze Nacht der Sterne schwand in's Dunkel hin.
Drum eh' ein Mann aus dieses Hauses Pforte tritt,
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Beredet euch zusammen; denn wir stehen da,
Wo's nimmer gilt zu säumen, wo's der That bedarf.
bester Diener, liebster Mann, wie legst du mir
Der Treue Zeichen gegen uns so deutlich dar!
Denn wie das Noß aus edler Art, obschon betagt,
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In keiner Schreckniß und Gefahr den Muth verliert,
Nein, stolz das Ohr aufrichtet: also du, der uns
Zum Kampfe treibt und selbst der Ersten Einer folgt.
Drum will ich offenbaren, was ich ausgedacht;
Doch du vergönne meinem Wort ein scharfes Ohr,
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Und traf ich nicht das Rechte, gib mir andern Rath.
Nachdem ich angekommen war bei'm pythischen
Orakel, dort zu fragen, wie des Vaters Tod
Ich rächen mög' an jenen, die ihn mordeten,
Gebot mir Phöbos also, wie du gleich vernimmst:
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Den Streich gerechter Rache mit geheimer List
Allein zu führen, nicht bewehrt mit Schild und Heer.
Nun, da mir solcher Gottesspruch verkündet ward,
Tritt du, sobald die Stunde dich gelegen führt,
Zu diesem Haus ein, auszuspäh'n, was hier geschieht,
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Auf daß du klar uns meldest, was du wohl erforscht.
Unkenntlich schuf dich Alter und die lange Zeit,
Und vor Verdacht bewahrt dich dieser Blumenschmuck. 3
Doch also sprich zu jenen, daß ein Fremdling du,
Ein Phoker seiest, abgesandt von Phanoteus; 4
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Denn dieser Mann ist ihres Hauses bester Freund.
Mit Eid betheuernd, melde dann, Orestes sei
Dahingeschieden durch ein unerbittlich Loos,
Bei Kämpfen Pytho's aus dem raschhinrollenden 5
Rennwagen stürzend. Also sei der Rede Sinn.
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Wir aber kränzen, wie der Gott befahl, zuerst
Mit Spenden und des Hauptes abgeschnitt'ner Zier 6
Des Vaters Hügel, kehren dann hieher zurück,
Den erzgeformten Aschenkrug in meinem Arm,
Den ich im Busch verborgen, wie dir wohlbekannt,
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Auf daß, in Worten täuschend, wir den Argen hier
Die frohe Botschaft bringen, wie mein Körper schon
Verbrannt zur Asche, schon in Staub zerfallen sei.
Was kann mich's härmen, wenn ich, todt dem Worte nach, 7
In Thaten lebe, strahlend in des Ruhmes Glanz?
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Kein Wort ja dünkt mir übel, wenn es Nuzen bringt.
Auch weise Männer hört' ich durch ein falsch Gerücht
Schon oft als todt verkünden; wenn sie dann zurück
Nach Hause kehrten, waren sie noch mehr geehrt.
So hoff' ich auch nach dieser Botschaft lebend noch
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Gleich einem Stern zu leuchten vor den Feinden dort.
Vatererd' und meiner Heimat Götter ihr,
Empfanget segenbringet mich auf diesem Pfad,
Und meiner Ahnen Schwelle du: dich komm' ich ja
Zu rächen, dich zu sühnen, durch den Gott erweckt:
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Stoßt nicht, bedeckt mit Schande, mich aus diesem Land,
Nein, laßt des Vaters Macht und Haus mich neu erbau'n!
Nun sagt' ich Alles; du bereite dich sofort
Zu geh'n und deines Amtes treu zu wahren, Greis.
(zu Pylades)
Wir zieh'n hinaus; die mächtige Stunde fordert uns,
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Die ordnend über jede That der Menschen wacht.
weh, weh mir!
(im Hause)
Oheiliges Licht 9
(Sie gehen ab. Elektra tritt aus dem Palaste.) (allein)
Nein, niemals hemm' ich die Stimme des Grams
Und den finsteren Harm,
So lang ich schaue der Sterne
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Weitstrahlenden Glanz und den Tag hier,
Daß, wie Philomel' um des Kindes Verlust,
Ich den Ruf an der Thür des Gemordeten hier
Nicht jammernd erhöb' und von Allen gehört.
Ach, Aïdes' Haus, Persephone's Haus!
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Du Hermes drunten! O Fluchgöttin, 10
Und Erinnyen ihr, ein göttlich Geschlecht,
Die heimlichen Ehbruch strafen und schau'n,
Wen tückischer Mord unschuldig verdarb,
Kommt helfend heran:
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O rächet den Mord, an dem Vater verübt,
Und zum Beistand führt mir den Bruder zurück!
Denn nimmer zu tragen vermag ich allein
Das Gewicht in der Schale des Unglücks.
(Der Chor, von der Stadtseite kommend, ordnet sich vor dem Palaste.) Elektra. Der Chor. Erste Strophe.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1 focus
O son of gi^eat Atrides ! he who led
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Embattled Greece to Troy's devoted walls,
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At length behold what thy desmng eyes
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So long have sought. Behold thy native soil,
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Thy much-loved Argos, and the hallowed grove
Of lo, frantic maid. On this side lies
The Lycian forum, on the left the fane
Of Juno, far renowned. Behold ! we come
To rich Mycense, and the slaughterous house
Of Pelops' hapless race, from whose sad walls
Long since I bore thee, at thy sister's hand
Gladly rocoivod, niul with paternal oiire
To this blest clay have fostered up thy youth,
Till riper years should give thee to return,
And pay with dire revenge thy father's murder.
Now, my Orestes, and thou dear companior
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Of all our suft'erings, much-loved Pylades,
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Let deepest counsel sway our just resolves ;
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/For lo ! resplendent Pha-bus wifh his light
/ Calls up t lie cheerful birds to early song,
VAnd gloomy night hath lost her starry train :
Pours forth her busy throngs, this instant here
JiOt us consult. Believe me, 'tis no time
For dull delay ; 'tis the decisive hour,
And this the very crisis of our fate.
What proofs thou giv'st me of tlie noblest
nature
And true benevolence, thou good old man !
Of servants sure the faithfullest and best
That ever bore the name : the generous steed,
Though worn with years, thus keeps his wonted courage.
And warns his master of approaching danger;
fjike him thou stir'st me up to noble deeds.
And follow'st me undaunted : but attend
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To what I have resolved, and if I err,
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^Let thy superior judgment set mfiriglit.
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When to the Delphic oracle I flew,
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Eager to know how on my father's foes
J best might satiate my revenge, the god
Enjoined me not by force or open arms
To rush upon them, but with guileful arts
And silent well-conducted fraud betraythem.
Such was his wdll. Thou, therefore, soon as time
Shall lend thee opportunity, unknown
And unsuspected (as thy absence hence
For so long space and hoary age shall make thee)
Must steal upon them, learn their secret counsels,
As soon thou mayst, and quick inform us of them ;
Say thou'rt of Phocis, from Phanoteus sent
By one who is their friend and firm ally ;
Sav, and confirm it with a solemn oath.
Orestes is no more — by a rude shock
Thrown from his chariot at the Pythian games.
Be this thy tale : meantime (for thus the god
His will divine expressed) my father's tomb
With due libations and devoted hair
Ourselves will crown ; and thence returning bring,
From the dark covert where thou knowst 'twas hid,
The brazen urn. Thei-e, we shall tell the tyrant —
Thrice welcome news ! — Orestes' ashes lie.
What should deter me from the pious fraud?
Since my feigned death but gains me real fame,
And I shall wake to better life : the deed
Which brings success and honour, must be good.
Oft times the wisest and the best of men
From death like this have rose with added greatness ;
E'en so thy friend to his deluded foes
Shall soon return unlooked-for, and before them
Shine like a star with more distinguished lustre.
O my loved country ! and its guardian gods,
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Receive Ore.^tes, and with happy omen
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Propitious smile ! And thou, paternal seat —
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For lo ! by Heaven's command I come to purge thee
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Of vile usurpers, and avenge thy wrongs —
Drive me not from thee an abandoned exile
With infamy, but grant me to possess
My father's throne, and fix his injured race.
Thus far 'tis well. My faithful minister,
Thou to thy office, we to ours with speed ;
So time and opportunity require
On whom the fate of mortals must depend.
Who thus, to soothe my sorrows, kindly try
Each art which love and friendship can inspire ;
Ye come to comfort me, I know ye do.
I know my tears are fruitless all and vain ;
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But, oh ! permit me to indulge my griefs,
For I must weep.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1 focus
THOU son of Agamemnon, who 'gainst Troy
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Once led the pow'rs of Greece, now may thine eyes
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Behold what long hath raised thy ardent wish.
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This is the ancient Argos; this the grove
Of Iö, stung with frenzy o'er the earth
To wander; the Lycæan forum this
Of the Lycæan Phœbus; on the left
Glorious through Greece that stately temple stands
Sacred to Juno. Now we are advanced
Whence thou may'st see Mycenæ rich in gold;
And this the house of the Pelopidæ
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With frequent slaughters stain'd: in times long past,
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Beneath his murderers when thy father fell,
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I took thee from thy sister's pious hand,
I bore thee hence, I saved thee, to this age
I train'd thee to avenge thy father's blood.
This hour, Orestes, and thou faithful friend,
Loved Pylades, demands your firm resolves :
This hour determine; for the early songs
Of birds call forth the sun's resplendent beams,
And the stars vanish from the dusky night.
Now, ere the foot of man from forth the gates
Shall tread the streets, consult: for from this hour
Th' important time to instant action calls.
O thou most loved of servants, strong the proofs
Thou givest me of thy goodness and firm faith:
For as the generous steed e'en in old age
Of his high courage in the fierce alarm
Abates not, but with pride sustains the charge,
So dost thou urge me forward, and advance
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E'en in the front of danger: for this cause
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I will unfold my counsels to my words
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Give thou attentive heed, and where I judge
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​Amiss,, thy riper prudence be my guide.
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When to the fate-foretelling shrine I came
Of Pytho, and inquired by what best way
I on his impious murderers might avenge
My father's blood, this answer Phœbus gave,
" In arms advance not, nor with martial force,
"But steal upon them, and with fraudful hand
"Let thy just fury strike th' avenging blow.""
These mandates known, as time and chance present
A fair occasion, enter thou this house,
And learn what passes there; me much imports
Clear information; thee they will not know
Absent so long, and chang'd by hoary age;
Nor thus attired suspicion wilt thou wake.
Thou art a stranger, so address thy tale,
Of Phocis, sent by Phanoteus, now join'd
In close alliance with them; say, and add
The sanction of an oath, that by the force
Of ruthless fate Orestes is no more,
Hurl'd from his chariot in the Pythian games.
This be the purport of thy tale. Mean time,
Obedient to the god, my father's tomb
We with libations and these sever'd locks.
Will honour. Thence returning, in our hands
The brazen sculptured urn, now, as thou know'st,
Hid in the tangled thicket, we will bring;
That we may thus deceive them with a tale
To them most grateful, that my wretched corse
Already on the funeral pile is burnt,
And my cold ashes in this urn enclosed.
Why should this grieve me, that in words I die,
When I in deed am saved, and by them raised
To glory? Nor ill-omen'd shall I deem
A word which gives the promise of success.
Oft e'en the wise have I observed, by fame:
Reported dead, return, and rise again...!!
To higher honour. Such shall be my boast,
I from this rumour shall be found alive,
And, like a star, to my astonish'd foes
Yet shine. But, O my country, and ye gods
The guardians of my country, to your care
Receive me, and protect me in these ways!
And thou, my father's house! for I am come
With vengeance, at the impulse of the gods,
To purge thy stain away: send me not hence
Dishonour'd, but to wealth, to greatness raised,
Give me thy ancient glories to restore !
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Of this enough. Be it thy care, old man,
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The part assign'd thee to discharge. We two
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Must leave thee now; th' occasion so requires,
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Whose sovereign power o'er ev'ry work presides.
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O miserable me!
Thou holy light, thou air around the earth
Extended wide, how often hast thou heard
My strains of woe, how often heard me beat
My bleeding breast, when night before the dawn
Withdraws her darkening veil! For in her shades
The hated couches of this mournful house
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Are conscious to my grief, while I lament
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My father's ruin: him the god of war
Sunk not with wounds in a barbaric land;
My mother, and the partner of her bed,
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1-120 focus