Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Electra 1098

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

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 1098 focus
ὀρθῶς θ᾽ ὁδοιποροῦμεν ἔνθα χρήζομεν ;
ὦ φιλτάτου μνημεῖον ἀνθρώπων ἐμοὶ
ψυχῆς Ὀρέστου λοιπόν, ὥς σ᾽ om. MSS. add Brunck. ἀπ᾿ ἐλπίδων
οὐχ ὧνπερ ἐξέπεμπον εἰσέπεμπον LL2. ἐξέπεμπον CA. εἰσεδεξάμην.
νῦν μὲν γὰρ οὐδὲν ὄντα βαστάζω χεροῖν·
δόμων δέ σ᾽, ὦ παῖ, λαμπρὸν ἐξέπεμψ᾽ ἐγώ.
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ὡς ὤφελον ὤφελες L Vat. a MCV30. ὤφελον C A FVV MM² Vat. c pr. V³ pr. L². γρ. ὤφελες Γ. ὄφελον Pal. πάροιθεν ἐκλιπεῖν βίον,
πρὶν ἐς ξένην σε γαῖαν ἐκπέμψαι ἐκπέμψαι C6 or 7. χεροῖν
κλέψασα κλεψασα" C7. ταῖνδε κἀνασώσασθαι κἀνασώσασθαι C'. φόνου·
ὅπως θανὼν ἔκεισο τῇ τόθ᾽ ἡμέρᾳ,
τύμβου πατρῴου κοινὸν εἰληχὼς μέρος.
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νῦν δ᾽ ἐκτὸς οἴκων κἀπὶ κἀπὸ L. κἀπὶ C6. γῆς ἄλλης φυγὰς
κακῶς κακῶ L. κακῶς C2. ἀπώλου, σῆς κασιγνήτης δίχα·
κοὔτ᾽ ἐν φίλαισι χερσὶν ἡ τάλαιν ἐγὼ
λουτροῖς σ᾽ om. L add L². ἐκόσμησ᾽ οὔτε παμφλέκτου πυρὸς πρ. σ L. πυρὸσ C2 or 3.
ἀνειλόμην, ὡς εἰκός, ἄθλιον βάρος.
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ἀλλ᾽ ἐν ξέναισι ξένηισι LPL2, ξέναισι A. χερσὶ κηδευθεὶς τάλας
οἴμοι μοι οἴ μοι μοί L..
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ὦ δέμας οἰκτρόν.
φεῦ φεῦ.
ὦ δεινοτάτας,
οἴμοι μοι,
πεμφθεὶς κελεύθους κελεύθου LA. κελεύθους C., φίλταθ', ὥς μ᾿ ἀπώλεσας·
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ἀπώλεσας δῆτ᾽, ὦ κασίγνητον κάρα.
τοιγὰρ σὺ δέξαι μ᾽ ἐς τὸ σὸν τόδε στέγος,
τὴν μηδὲν εἰς τὸ μηδέν, ὡς σὺν σοὶ κάτω
ναίω τὸ λοιπόν, καὶ γὰρ ἡνίκ᾽ ἦσθ᾽ ἄνω,
ξὺν σοὶ μετεῖχον κατείχον L. μετεῖχον C6. τῶν ἴσων· καὶ νῦν ποθῶ
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τοῦ σοῦ θανοῦσα μἀπολείπεσθαι μὴ ἀπολείπεσθαι L. μὴ ᾿πολείπεσθαι A Vat. ac. μὴ ἐξαπολείπεσθαι L2 Pal. μὴ ἐκλείπεσθαι Γ. τάφου.
τοὺς γὰρ θανόντας οὐχ ὁρῶ λυπουμένους.
θνητοῦ πέφυκας πατρός, Ηλέκτρα, φρόνει·
θνητὸς δ᾽ Ορέστης· ὥστε μὴ λίαν στένε.
πᾶσιν γὰρ ἡμῖν τοῦτ᾽ ὀφείλεται παθεῖν.
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μόνος βροτῶν νυν νῦν ἴσθ᾽ ἐποικτείρας ποτέ.
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ἰὼ γοναί,
ὁ πᾶς ἐμοὶ
ὁ πᾶς ἂν πρέποι παρὼν ἐννέπειν
τάδε δίκᾳ τάδε δίκαια γρ. τάδε δίκα χρόνος.
μόλις γὰρ ἔσχον ἔχων ἔσχον ἔχω νῦν ἐλεύθερον στόμα.
ἰὼ χρόνῳ μακρῷ φιλτάταν
ὁδὸν ἐπαξιώσας ὧδέ μοι φανῆναι,
μή τί με, πολύπονον πολύστονον ὧδ᾿ ἰδὼν
τὰ μὲν περισσεύοντα τῶν λόγων ἄφες,
καὶ μήτε μήτηρ ὡς κακὴ δίδασκέ με
μήθ᾽ ὡς πατρῴαν κτῆσιν Αἴγισθος δόμων
ἀντλεῖ, τὰ δ᾽ ἐκχεῖ, τὰ δὲ διασπείρει μάτην.
χρόνου γὰρ ἄν σοι καιρὸν ἐξείργοι λόγος.
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ἃ δ᾽ ἁρμόσει μοι τῷ παρόντι νυν χρόνῳ
σήμαιν, ὅπου φανέντες ἢ κεκρυμμένοι
γελῶντας ἐχθροὺς παύσομεν τῇ νῦν ὁδῷ.
οὕτω οὕτως δ᾽ ὅπως μήτηρ σε μὴ ἐπιγνώσεται
φαιδρῷ προσώπῳ νῷν ἐπελθόντοιν ἐπελθόντων ἐπελθόντων ἐπελθόντοιν δόμους·
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ἀλλ᾽ ὡς ἐπ᾿ ἄτῃ τῇ μάτην λελεγμένῃ δεδειγμένηι δεδειγμένηι λελεγμένηι λεγομένη
στέναζ᾽· ὅταν γὰρ εὐτυχήσωμεν, τότε
χαίρειν παρέσται καὶ γελᾶν ἐλευθέρως.
σιγᾶν ἐπῄνεσ᾽· ὡς ἐπ᾿ ἐξόδῳ κλύω
πῶς οὖν ἔχει τἀντεῦθεν εἰσιόντι μοι;
ὦ φίλτατον φῶς, ὦ μόνος σωτὴρ δόμων
Ἀγαμέμνονος, πῶς ἦλθες; ἢ σὺ κεῖνος εἶ,
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ὃς τόνδε κἄμ᾽ ἔσωσας ἐκ πολλῶν πόνων;
ὦ φίλταται μὲν χεῖρες, ἥδιστον δ᾽ ἔχων
ποδῶν ὑπηρέτημα, πῶς οὕτω πάλαι
οὐκ ἂν μακρῶν ἔθ᾽ ἡμὶν ἡμιν ἡμῖν οὐδὲν ἂν λόγων,
Πυλάδη, τόδ' εἴη τοὔργον, ἀλλ᾽ ὅσον τάχος
χωρεῖν ἔσω, πατρῷα p προσκύσανθ᾽ ἕδη
θεῶν, ὅσοιπερ ὅσοι πρόπυλα ναίουσιν τάδε.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 1232-1287 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 1098 focus
Say, dames and damsels, have we heard aright,
And speed we to the goal of our desire?
O monument of him whom o’er all else
I loved! sole relic of Orestes’ life,
How cold in this thy welcome is the hope
Wherein I decked thee as I sent thee forth!
Then bright was thy departure, whom I now
Bear lightly, a mere nothing, in my hands.
Would I had gone from life, ere I dispatched
Thee from my arms that saved thee to a land
Of strangers, stealing thee from death! For then
Thou hadst been quiet on that far off day,
And had thy portion in our father’s tomb
Now thou hast perished in the stranger land
Far from thy sister, lorn and comfortless
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And I, O wretchedness! neither have bathed
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And laid thee forth, nor from the blazing fire
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Collected the sad burden, as was meet
But thou, when foreign hands have tended thee
Com’st a small handful in a narrow shell
Woe for the constant care I spent on thee
Of old all vainly, with sweet toil! For never
Wast thou thy mother’s darling, nay, but mine,
And I of all the household most thy nurse,
While ‘sister, sister,’ was thy voice to me
But now all this is vanished in one day,
Dying in thy death. Thou hast carried all away
As with a whirlwind, and art gone. No more
My father lives, thyself art lost in death,
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I am dead, who lived in thee. Our enemies
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Laugh loudly, and she maddens in her joy,
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Our mother most unmotherly, of whom
Thy secret missives ofttimes told me, thou
Wouldst be the punisher. But that fair hope
The hapless Genius of thy lot and mine
Hath reft away, and gives thee thus to me,—
For thy loved form thy dust and fruitless shade
O bitterness! O piteous sight! Woe! woe!
Oh! sent on thy dire journey, dearest one,
How thou hast ruined me! Thou hast indeed,
Dear brother! Then receive me to thyself,
Hide me in this thy covering, there to dwell,
Me who am nothing, with thy nothingness,
For ever! Yea, when thou wert here above,
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I ever shared with thee in all, and now
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I would not have thee shut me from thy tomb.
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Oh! let me die and follow thee! the dead,
My mind assures me now, have no more pain.
Electra, think! Thou hadst a mortal sire,
And mortal was thy brother. Grieve not far.
Know now, none ever pitied me but you.
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O dearest women, Argives of my home!
Ye see Orestes, dead in craft, but now
By that same craft delivered and preserved.
All times alike are fit with instant pain
Justly to mind me of that dreadful day;
Even now but hardly hath my tongue been free.
Oh! after all these years,
Now thou at length hast sped
Thy dearest advent on the wished-for way,
Do not, in all this woe
Thou seest surrounding me—
A truce now to unnecessary words.
My mother’s vileness and Aegisthus’ waste,
Draining and squandering with spendthrift hand
Our patrimony, tell me not anew.
Such talk might stifle opportunity.
But teach me, as befits the present need,
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What place may serve by lurking vigilance
Or sudden apparition to o’erwhelm
Our foes in the adventure of to-day.
And, when we pass within, take heedful care
Bright looks betray thee not unto our mother.
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But groan as for the dire calamity
Vainly reported:—Let’s achieve success,
Then with free hearts we may rejoice and laugh.
Be silent; for I hear within the house
A footstep coming forth.
But how shall I find matters there within?
O gladsome day!
Dear only saviour of our father’s house,
How earnest thou hither? Art thou he indeed,
That didst preserve Orestes and myself
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From many sorrows? O dear hands, kind feet,
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Swift in our service,—how couldst thou so long
Be near, nor show one gleam, but didst destroy
My heart with words, hiding the loveliest deeds?
Father!—in thee methinks I see my father.
O welcome! thou of all the world to me
Most hated and most loved in one short hour.
Then, Pylades, we need no more to dwell
On words, but enter on this act with speed,
First worshipping the holy shrines o’ the Gods
That were my father’s, harboured at the gate.
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German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 1098 focus
Ihr Frauen, sagt uns, haben wir auch recht gehört,
Sind wir auf rechtem Wege hier nach unserm Ziel?
Denkmal des liebsten Menschen, das mir übrig blieb
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Von seinem Leben, wie so ganz mit anderen
Hoffnungen, als ich dich entließ, empfang' ich dich!
Nun Staub geworden trag' ich dich in meiner Hand,
Und sandte dich so blühend, Kind, von Haus himveg!
hätte diesem Leben mich ein Gott entrückt,
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Bevor mit diesen Händen ich dich raubte, dich
Hinsandt' in fremde Fernen und dem Mord entriß!
Dann lagst du jenes Tages todt als Leiche da,
Am Grab des Vaters hättest du dein Theil mit ihm.
Nun starbst du, fern von Hause, fern in fremdes Land
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Gebannt, in Elend, und der Schwesterlieb' entrückt,
Und nicht in treuen Händen hab' ich Arme dich
Geschmückt, gebadet, und aus flammenvoller Glut
Dich arme Last erhoben, wie mir's wohl gebührt.
Beschickt in fremden Händen, Unglückseliger,
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Ein kleiner Umfang nahst du mir in kleinem Raum.
Ich Arme, weh mir! Also war die Pflege denn
Unnüz, verloren, die ich einst an dich so oft
Gewandt mit süßer Mühe! Denn nie warest du
So heiß von unsrer Mutter, als von mir, geliebt;
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Nicht unsre Hausgenossen, ich nur pflegte dich,
lud mich, die Schwester, sprachest du beständig an.
Nun ist an Einem Tage dies entschwunden, ist
Mit dir gestorben: Alles ja, dem Sturme gleich,
Mit dir entraffend, schiedest du. Der Vater starb,
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Ich bin gestorben und du selbst dahin und todt:
Die Feinde lachen, und es tobt in wilder Lust
Die schnöde Mutter, der du selbst ein Nächer einst
Erscheinen wolltest, wie du mir durch Boten oft
Geheim verkünden ließest. Nun hat alles dies
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Dein böser Dämon und der meine mir entrückt,
Der also dich mir sandte, statt der theuersten
Gestalt, ein nichtig Schattenbild und Asche nur.
Ach, weh, weh!
klägliches Bild!
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Weh, weh!
Auf Pfaden des Grau'ns
(Weh, weh mir!)
Gesendet, o mein Trauter, gabst du mir den Tod,
Sa, gabst den Tod mir, mein geliebtes Bruderhaupt!
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So nimm mich auf in dieses enge Haus zu dir,
Zum Staub die Staubgewordne, daß ich drunten dir
Fortan gesellt sei! Als du noch hier oben warst,
Da theilt' ich gleiches Loos mit dir; mun drängt es mich,
Im Tode nicht von deinem Grabe fern zu sein.
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Denn nur die Todten, seh' ich, rührt kein Kummer mehr.
Bedenk', Elektra: sterblich war, der dich gezeugt,
Orestes sterblich; jammre denn nicht allzusehr.
Allein auf Erden fühltest du Mitleid mit mir.
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Otheurer Sproß,
Strophe.
Zu jeder Zeit,
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Gegenstrophe.
Du, der mich seines Anblickes würdigend,
Auf langersehntem Pfade mir erschienen,
O, weil du so mich siehst in Noth,
Des überflüssig eitlen Worts enthalte dich,
Und weder sag' uns, wie die Mutter Frevel übt,
Noch wie des Hauses Ahnengut Aegisthos uns
Erschöpft, hinauswirft und gedankenlos verstreut:
Das Reden raubt die wohlgelegne Stunde dir. 3
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Nur was in diesem Augenblick mir dienlich sei,
Erkläre, wo, verborgen oder offen, ich
Der Feinde Jubel hemmen mag auf diesem Gang.
Doch daß am heitern Blicke nicht die Mutter, was
Du sinnst, erkenne, traten wir in's Haus hinein;
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Nein, jammre, wie betroffen durch das Mißgeschick,
Von dem die falsche Sage sprach: gelang das Wert,
Daun steh'n dir ohne Schranke Lust und Lachen frei.
Sei still, ich bitte; denn heran zur Pforte naht Jemand von innen.
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(sich verstellend)
Wie steht es aber, wenn ich eingetreten dort?
schönster Tag! Des Vaterhauses einziger
Erretter! Wie nur kamst du? Bist du wirklich der,
Der ihn und mich gerettet aus so vielem Leid?
Ihr theuren Hände! Du getreuer, süßer Dienst
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Der Füße! Wie nur warst du mir so lange nah,
Und warst mir doch verborgen und vernichtetest
Durch Worte mich, indeß du Wonnethaten bringst?
Heil, Vater! Denn den Vater, dünkt mir, seh' ich hier:
Heil! Wisse, daß ich unter allen Menschen dich
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Gehaßt am meisten und geliebt an Einem Tag!
Zu langen Reden haben wir, o Pylades,
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Jezt keine Zeit mehr; nein, es gilt nur ungesäumt
Hineinzutreten und der Götter altes Bild
Zu grüßen, die hier walten auf des Hauses Flur.
(Sie knieen vor dem Altar des Apollon nieder, und gehen dann in den Palast.)
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 1098 focus
Say, virgins, if by right instruction led
This way, I tend to
Whom bound by Nature's ties it best befits.
Go then, and say from Phocis are arrived
Who beg admittance to the king.
Eleo. Alas !
And com'st thou then to prove the dreadful tale
Already told ?
[taking the Urn]. O ye dear remains
Of my Orestes, the most loved of men !
How do I see thee now ! How much unlike
What my fond hopes presaged, when List we parted l
I sent thee forth with all the bloom of youth
Fresh on thy cheek, and now, O dismal change !
I bear thee in these hands an empty shade.
Would I had died ere X had sent thee hence,
Ere I had saved tliee from the tyrant's hand !
Would thou liadst died thyself that dreadful day,
And joined thy murdered father in the tomb,
Rather than thus a wretched exile fallen,
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Far from thy sister, in a foreign land I
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I was not there with pious hands to wash
Thy breathless corpse, or from the greedy flame
To gather up thy ashes. What have all
My pleasing toils, my fruitless cares availed,
E'en from thy infant years, that as a mother
I watched thee still, and as a mother loved ?
I would not trust thee to a servant's hand.
But was myself the guardian of thy youth,
Thy dear companion. All is gone with thee !
Alas ! thy death, like the devouring storm,
Hath borne down all. Thy father is no more,
And thou art gone, and I am going too.
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Our foes rejoice. Our mother, mad with joy,
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Smiles at our miseries — that unnatural mother,
She whom thou oft hast promised to destroy.
But cruel fate hath blasted all my hopes,
And for my dear Orestes left me naught
But this poor shadow. Oh ! th' accursed place
Where I had sent thee ! Oh ! my hapless brother,
Oh ! take me to thee ! Let this urn enclose
My ashes too, and dust to dust be joined,
That we may dwell together once again :
In life united by one hapless fate,
I would not wish in death to be divided.
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The dead are free from sorrows.
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Do not indulge thy griefs ; but, oh ! remember,
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Sprung from a mortal like thyself, Orestes
Was mortal too — that we are mortal all.
[aside]. What shall I say? TI can refrain no
longer.
'Tis kindly done ; for none will pity me —
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None but thyself. Art thou indeed a stranger,
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Or doth some nearer tie unite our sorrows?
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Oh ! ye are come, my friends, in happiest hour,
E'en to behold, to find again the man
Whom your souls wished for, ye are come.
All times.
All hours are fit to talk of justice in,
And best the present, now when I am free.
Oh, no !
But after so long absence^ thus returned
To thy afflicted sister, sure thou wouldst not
Spend not thy time in fruitless words, nor tell
me
How Clytemnestra lives, nor how ^gisthus
Hath lavished all our wealth. The present hour
Demands our strict attention. Tell me how,
Whether by fraud, or open force, our foes
May best be vanquished. Let no cheerful smile
Betray thee to thy mother. Seem to grieve
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As thou wert wont. When we have done the deed,
J oy shall appear, and we will smile in safety.
No more. I hear the footsteps as of one
Coming this way.
May I with safety ? Is all well within ?
\io the Governor]. Deax'est of men, great
guardian of our race,
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Art thou then here 1 Thou, who hast saved us both
From countless woes ! Swift were thy feet to bring
Glad tidings to me, and thy hand stretched forth
Its welcome succour. But, oh ! why deceive me 1
Why wouldst thou kill me with thy dreadful tiilo,
E'en when thou hadst such happiness in store?
Hail ! father, hail ! — for I must caU thee so —
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Know, thou hast been to me, in one short day,
Both the most hated and most loved of men.
ISTo more of that We shall have time enough
To talk of it hereafter. Let us go.
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This is the hour ; the queen is now alone.
And not a man within. If ye delay,
Expect to meet more formidable foes,
In wisdom and in numbers far superior.
We will not talk, my Pylades, but act.
Let us go in. But to the gods who guard
This place be first due adoration paid.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 1098 focus
Say, female Argives, are we well inform'd,
Our steps unerring guided as we wish?
Thou sad memorial, now the sole remains
Of what was once Orestes, to my heart
Most dear, with other hopes I sent thee hence,
Not to receive thee thus; for in my hands
I bear thee, nothing now; a splendid Youth,
To glory born, I sent thee from this house.
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Oh hadst thou died, ere by these hands preserved,
And, snatch'd from slaughter, to a foreign land
I sent thee! Hadst thou died in that sad day,
Some little portion of thy father's tomb
Thou wou'dst have shared: but thou hast perish'd now
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Far from thy house, and from thy country far,
A wandering exile, from thy sister far.
Nor in the cleansing lavers did I bathe
With these fond hands thy corse, nor, as became
A sister, bear from the consuming flames
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The mournful burden. By a stranger's hands
Thou from a mortal father drew'st thy birth;
Thence be admonish'd: thy Orestes too
Was mortal; let that thought assuage thy grief.
Death is the debt of nature all must pay.
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Of all mankind
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Thou alone pityest me.
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And henceforth ever may'st thou hold him thus!
Ye daughters of Mycenæ, my loved friends,
You see Orestes but by fiction dead,
And by that honest fiction thus preserved.
We see him; in thy fortune we are blest,
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And tears of joy steal trickling from our eyes.
Thou gem, thou offspring of the dearest man,
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To me for ever dear, art thou then come-
Thus hast thou found-at length art thou arrived---
And dost thou see whom thou hast wish'd to see!
Why silent wait?
Hath silence then such merit, that my words
Must yield to it, whilst thou art in my sight,
Thus unexpected, thus beyond my hopes?
How can I but assent?
Strangers, go in: you bear what in the house:il!
What madness this? Is life no more your care?
Where is your prudence? Where your heedful thought
Of danger? Know you not that you now stand
Not on the verge, but in the midst of ills,
The greatest ills? And had not I long watch'd
Within this portal, your designs had found T
An entrance ere yourselves; my cautious care()
To this I have opposed. But now break off! //
Your long discourse, and these wild cries of jby,
And enter: the important moment calls
For action: mischief lurks beneath delay.l
O thou dear light! Preserver of the house
Not words, my Pylades, but deeds must now
Take place: this instant let us enter, first
With reverence bending to my father's gods,
That in this portal have their hallow'd seats.
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English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 1098-1230 focus