Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Electra 472

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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)) — 472 focus
εἰ μὴ ἐγὼ ἐγὼ MSS. Dind. corr. παράφρων
κρυπτομένα λόχοις
490
χαλκόπους ᾿Ερινύς ἐρινῦς L. ἐριννὺς Α. ἐρινύς Γ..
πολύπονος ἱππεία,
ὡς ἔμολες αἰανὴς αἰανὴσ L, accent by Co. αἰανὴ ΑΓL² Vat. ac VV3 MM². αἰανῆ Pal.
τᾷδε γᾷ.
505
εὔτε γὰρ ὁ ποντισθεὶς
Μυρτίλος μυρτίλοσ L. ἐκοιμάθη,
*παγχρυσέων παγχρύσων L and most MSS. πολυχρύσων M. δίφρων
δυστάνοις δυστάνοις L. αἰκίαις
510
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 472-515 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 472 focus
An erring seer am I,
Of sense and wisdom lorn,
If this prophetic Power of right,
O’ertaking the offender, come not nigh
Ere many an hour be born.
Yon vision of the night,
That lately breathed into my listening ear,
Hath freed me, O my daughter, from all fear.
Sweet was that bodement. He doth not forget,
The Achaean lord that gave thee being, nor yet
The bronzen-griding axe, edged like a spear,
Hungry and keen, though dark with stains of time,
That in the hour of hideous crime
Quelled him with cruel butchery:
That, too, remembers, and shall testify.
From ambush deep and dread
With power of many a hand
And many hastening feet shall spring
The Fury of the adamantine tread,
Visiting Argive land
Swift recompense to bring
For eager dalliance of a blood-stained pair
Unhallowed, foul, forbidden. No omen fair,—
Their impious course hath fixed this in my soul,—
Nought but black portents full of blame shall roll
Before their eyes that wrought or aided there.
Small force of divination would there seem
In prophecy or solemn dream,
Should not this vision of the night
Reach harbour in reality aright.
O chariot-course of Pelops, full of toil!
How wearisome and sore
Hath been thine issue to our native soil!—
Since, from the golden oar
Hurled to the deep afar,
Myrtilus sank and slept,
Cruelly plucked from that fell chariot-floor,
This house unceasingly hath kept
Crime and misfortune mounting evermore.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 472 focus
Wenn weissagender Geist Kunde mir gab,
Wahrhaft, voll weiser Besonnenheit:
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Naht voraus verkündend
Das Recht, gerechte Strafgewalt in starker Hand;
Es naht heran, Tochter, nicht in ferner Zeit.
Muth hebt den Busen mir,
Weil ich von Träumen eben hörte, die mich hold umweh'n.
470
Der Schmach vergißt dein Vater niemals,
Er, einst Hellas' Fürst,
Und nie das alte Beil von Erze,
Das zweischneidige,
Das frevelnd in arger Wahnsinnsthat den Tod ihm gab.
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Gegenstrophe.
Mit viel Füßen, mit viel Händen erscheint, 1
Chernen Fußtrittes, Erinnys, in
Grauser Höhle lauernd.
Denn mordbefleckten Ehebunds unkeusche Lust
Umstrickte sie, sonder Zucht und sonder Scham.
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Drum hebt Vertrau'n mein Herz,
Nimmer erschein', erschein' uns dieses Zeichen, ohne Fluch
Zu künden Thätern und Genossen.
Die Graunbilder des Traums
Und alle Wort' aus Göttermunde
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Sind Trug, eitles Nichts,
Wenn dieses Gesicht der Nächte nicht das Heil uns bringt.
Schlußgesang.
Pelops', des Urvaters, 2
Fluchvoller Roßwettlauf!
Wie reich an Leid kamst du
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Diesem Land!
Denn seid im Meergrunde
Myrtilos den Tod schmeckte,
Der aus dem Goldsize
Durch schnöden Trugs Unthat
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Entſeelt hinabstürzte,
Ruhte nie
Der Frevel, der fluchvoll
Auf diesem Haus lastet.
Die Vorigen.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 472 focus
Must yield to her requests.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 472 focus
amidst you well the secret guard;
For should my mother know it, much I fear
I should have cause the daring deed to mourn.
If wisdom with one prescient ray
Illumes the darkness of my soul,
The vengeful Fury speeds her way;
Before her, baleful omens scowl;
I hear the flaping of their wings;
The force of justice in her hands she brings.
The dreadful visions of the night I hear:
They breathe sweet music to my ear;
My courage kindles at thinspiring sound.
Thy father rouses in the realms below;"
Ne'er will the king of Greece forget his wound,
Ne'er the old Axe of brass, that struck th' insidious blow..
She comes, with all her hundred hands,
Her hundred feet, the furious pow'r,
No more in dreadful ambush stands;
She comes, she knows her torturing hour;
With feet of brass I hear her tread;
She marks th' unholy, blood-polluted bed:
Vengeful 'gainst those th' accursed attempt who dared,
And those the horrid deed who shared,
She sends these boding signs, nor sends in vain.
If aught of truth terrific dreams disclose,
If aught the oracle's prophetic strain,
This vision of the night our happier state foreshows.
How black with miseries to this land,
O Pelops, was thy fatal course,
When jealous Pisa's dangerous strand...
Saw thy swift car's victorious force!
For since by rage, untaught to spare,
The hapless Myrtilus was slain,
Hurl'd headlong from the golden car,
And plunged into the roaring main,
Strife in this house delights to dwell,
And Murder shrieks with hideous yell.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 472-515 focus