Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Electra 121

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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)) — 121 focus
*ὦ ἰὼ MSS. Turn. corr. παῖ, παῖ δυστανοτάτας
ἀλλ᾽ οὔτοι τόν γ᾽ ἐξ Ἀΐδα
παγκοίνου λίμνας πατέρα πατέρ' L Pal. Vat. ac V.
*θρήνοις *θρήνοις οὔτε λιταῖσιν ἀνστάσεις] ἀνστάσεις οὔτε γύοισιν (γοόισ V3) οὔτε λιταῖσι MSS. (ἀναστ. ΜΜ²). οὔτε λιταῖσιν ἀνστάσεις.
ἄχος ἐφάνη βροτῶν,
πρὸς †ὅ τι σὺ τῶν ἔνδον εἶ περισσά,
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οἷς ὁμόθεν εἶ καὶ γονᾷ ξύναιμος,
οἷα Χρυσόθεμις ζώει καὶ ᾿Ιφιάνασσα,
κρυπτᾷ τ᾿ ἀχέων ἐν ἥβᾳ
ὄλβιος, ὃν ὁ κλεινὰ à in litura of 2 or 3 letters, L. ἀκλεινά A.
γᾶ (α)γαῖ L. ποτὲ Μυκηναίων
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δέξεται εὐπατρίδαν, Διὸς εὔφρονι
ἔτι ἔστι CAFL² Pal. μέγας οὐρανῷ ἐν οὐρανῷ MSS. Heath corr.
Ζεύς, ὃς ἐφορᾷ πάντα καὶ κρατύνει·
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ᾧ τὸν ὑπεραλγῆ χόλον νέμουσα
μήθ᾽ οἷς ἐχθαίρεις ὑπεράχθεο μήτ᾽ ἐπιλάθου.
χρόνος γὰρ εὐμαρὴς θεός.
οἰκτρὰ μὲν νόστοις αὐδά,
οἰκτρὰ δ᾽ ἐν κοίταις πατρώαις
φράζου μὴ πόρσω φωνεῖν.
οὐ γνώμαν ἴσχεις ἐξ οἵων
τὰ παρόντ᾽ οἰκείας εἰς ἄτας
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ἐμπίπτεις οὕτως αἰκῶς ἀεικῶς LA Brunck corr.;
πολὺ γάρ τι κακῶν ὑπερεκτήσω,
σᾷ δυσθύμῳ τίκτουσ᾽ αἰεὶ ἀεὶ LΓ. αἰεὶ A.
ψυχᾷ πολέμους· τὰ δὲ τοῖς δυνατοῖς
οὐκ ἐριστὰ πλάθειν.
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μάτηρ ὡσεί τις πιστά,
μὴ τίκτειν σ᾽ ἄταν ἄταις.
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Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 121-250 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 121 focus
With kind intent
Full tenderly my words are meant;
Like a true mother pressing heart to heart,
I pray thee, do not aggravate thy smart.
Less from our own desires, my child, we came,
Than for thy sake. But, if we speak amiss,
Take thine own course. We still will side with thee.
Say, is Aegisthus near while thus you speak?
Or hath he left the palace? We would know.
Then with less fear I may converse with thee.
First of thy brother I beseech thee tell,
How deem’st thou? Will he come, or still delay?
Well may he pause who plans a dreadful deed.
Fear not. He will bestead you. He is true.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 121 focus
Ha, Kind, Kind des entsezlichen Weibs,
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Was, Elektra, strömest du stets
Niegesättigte Klagen aus um ihu,
Den schon lange die Mutter, die Frevlerin,
Trüglich verstrickt in dem Neze der Täuschungen,
Mit schnöder Hand erschlagen? Sterbe, wer die That
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Vollbracht, wenn mir ein solches Wort ziemt!
Doch ihn, den der Hades empfing,
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Nuft vom allaufnehmenden Schlund
Nie dein Jammern empor noch dein Gebet;
Nein, aus erträglichem Leid in unendliche
Trauer versenkt dich die stete Bekümmerniß.
Wo keine Rettung aus der Noth, kein Trost sich beut,
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Warum nachhängen solchem Harme?
Nicht dir, o Tochter, allein ward
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Auf Erden Leid verhängt,
Um das du mehr klagst als jene drinnen,
Die dir verwandt sind durch Blut und Ursprung,
Wie Chrysothemis hier, wie hier lebt Iphianassa,
Und trauernd in stiller Jugend,
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Doch glücklich, wann einst ihn
Das stolze Land Argos
Feiernd empfängt und mit Huld der Olympier
Zurück in diese Gauen führt, - Orestes.
Nur muthig, o Kind, nur muthig!
Noch lebt im Himmel Zeus,
Der große, der Alles sieht und ordnet:
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Dem Gott befiehl deines Grolles Schmerzen,
Nicht der Gehaßten vergessend und nicht zu sehr sie befeindend.
Allwaltend herrscht der Zeitgott,
Und weder auf Krisa's 3
Stierweiden säumt ewig,
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Nimmer zu kehren, der Sohn Agamemnons,
Noch Hades, der am Acheron gebietet.
Wehruf scholl, als er zurückkam,
Wehruf scholl, als auf gastlichem Pfühl
Scharfzielend auf ihn einstürmte der Schlag,
Von dem ehernen Beile geschwungen.
Arglist sann's aus, Lust übte den Mord,
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Und sie zeugten vereint graunvolle Gestalt
Graunvoll an das Licht, ob ein Gott, ob ein Mensch
Solche That verübt hat.
Halt' ein, halt' ein! Nicht weiter!
Sieht nicht dein Herz, daß also nur
Von den Höhen des Glücks in entehrende Schmach
Dein heftiger Sinn dich hinabstürzt?
Denn größeres Leid noch schufest du dir,
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Weil rastlos dein mißmuthiger Geist
Sich Fehden gebar: mit den Mächtigen, Kind,
Darfst du so nicht hadern.
Ich red' aus freundlichem Antheil,
Wie die treuvorsorgende Mutter:
Zeug' Unheil nicht aus Unheil!
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 121 focus
Thy tears can ne'er recall him
From the dark mansions of the common grave —
No, nor thy prayers ; they can but make thee wretched,
And sink thee deeper in calamity.
Why art thou then so fond of misery?
But oh ! reflect, that not to thee alone
Misfortune comes — that comes to all. ,• Behold
Iphianassa, and Chrysotliemis,
And him who hides his grief, illustrious youth,;
The loved Orestes — these' have suffered too. "
Sad news indepd the hapless messenger
To Argos brought, that\spoke the wished return
Of thy loved father to his native soil ;
Fatal the night when Agamemnon fell
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Or by a mortal or immortal hand ;
The w^ork of fraud and lust, a horrid deed !
Whoe'er performed it.
Eleo. O detested feast !
0,jCfe;y, the bitt'rest sure; that ever rose !
With him I perished then. . But may the gods
Repay the murderers ; never may they hear
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The voice of joy, or taste of comfort more !
/ 'Tis my love entreats j
Trust me, 1 feel a mother's fondness for thee,
And fain would save thee from redoubled woes.
Pardon me, daughter ; if my warmth oileud,
Glad I submit. We'll follow, and obey thee.
I would fain have asked thee
Things of moment
Require deliberation and delay.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 121 focus
Why, poor Electra, in thy mother's crimes
For ever wretched, wilt thou pine away
In never-ceasing grief? Why still lament,
The royal Agamemnon, long since caught
In that most impious woman's treacherous wiles,
And basely to a murderer's hands betray'd ?
Perish the wretch, if I may form that wish,
So perish he, who dared the bloody deed!
Yet neither will thy griefs or pray'rs récal
Thy father o'er that lake, whose sullen stream
All, sprung from mortal race, are doom'd to pass.
Why then not moderate thy sorrows? Why
Thus waste away in wild excess of grief,
Which from thy ills gives no redemption? Why
This fondness for intolerable woe?"
Yet not by thee alone of all that breathe
Is sorrow felt. What share is thine, beyond
Those in this house by blood to thee allied?
Such is the life Chrysothemis endures;
Such Iphianassa's sufferings; such the Youth's,
Who in concealment and in silence mourns.
Sink not, Ah sink not in despair. In heav'n
From his high throne Almighty Jove beholds
And governs all things: to his pow'r resign
Thy flaming indignation; let not hate
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Too far transport thee; nor forget these wrongs.
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Time is a lenient god. Nor will the son
Of Agamemnon on the pastured beach...
Of Chrisa linger, never to return,
Nor the dread god that reigns o'er Acheron.
Mournful at his return the voice of woe,
Through all the chambers of thy father's house
Mournful the voice, when the relentless axe
In tempest fell. Fraud first devised, Lust struck
The murderous blow, with horrid thought of old
Forming the horrid image, were these deeds
Or by some god, or daring mortals, wrought.
Let prudence teach thee caution: curb thy speech.
Dost thou not see from what a splendid state
Already thou art sunk, disgraced with wrongs
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Suffer'd by thee alone? And greater wrongs
Still shalt thou suffer, if thy mourning heart
With wars is always pregnant. To contend
With potent sovereigns is unequal strife.
I speak through pure benevolence of heart,
As a fond mother anxious for her child,
Let not thy ills give birth to other ills.
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English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 121-250 focus