Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Philoctetes 4

Commentary on Sophocles: Philoctetes. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge. 1932.

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English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 676 focus
In fable I have heard,
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Though sight hath ne’er confirmed the word,
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How he who attempted once the couch supreme,
To a whirling wheel by Zeus the all-ruler bound,
Tied head and heel, careering ever round,
Atones his impious unsubstantial dream.
Of no man else, through eye or ear,
Have I discerned a fate more full of fear
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Than yonder sufferer’s of the cureless wound:
Who did no violence, defrauded none:—
A just man, had he dwelt among the just
Unworthily behold him thrust
Alone to hear the billows roar
That break around a rugged shore!
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How could he live, whose life was thus consumed with moan?
Where neighbour there was none:
No arm to stay him wandering lone,
Unevenly, with stumbling steps and sore;
No friend in need, no kind inhabitant,
To minister to his importunate want,
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No heart whereto his pangs he might deplore.
None who, whene’er the gory flow
Was rushing hot, might healing herbs bestow,
Or cull from teeming Earth some genial plant
To allay the anguish of malignant pain
And soothe the sharpness of his poignant woe.
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Like infant whom the nurse lets go,
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With tottering movement here and there,
He crawled for comfort, whensoe’er
His soul-devouring plague relaxed its cruel strain.
Not fed with foison of all-teeming Earth
Whence we sustain us, ever-toiling men,
But only now and then
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With wingèd things, by his wing’d shafts brought low,
He stayed his hunger from his bow.
Poor soul, that never through ten years of dearth
Had pleasure from the fruitage of the vine,
But seeking to some standing pool,
Nor clear nor cool,
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Foul water heaved to head for lack of heartening wine.
But now, consorted with the hero’s child,
He winneth greatness and a joyful change;
Over the water wild
Borne by a friendly bark beneath the range
Of Oeta, where Spercheius fills
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Wide channels winding among lovely hills
Haunted of Melian nymphs, till he espies
The roof-tree of his father’s hall,
And high o’er all
Shines the bronze shield of him, whose home is in the skies.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 676 focus
Ich hörte wohl von jenem, doch nie sah ich ihn,
Welcher genaht Zeus' Bette, den frevelnden
Ixion, den an das kreisende Rad gebunden hält 1
Der starke Sohn des Kronos.
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Doch nie hab' ich gehört durch das Gerücht, oder geseh'n jemals,
Daß ein Sterblicher Leid empfand, wie dieser,
Der doch nie Raub verübte noch Gewalt,
Edlen gesellt, ein edler Mann,
Also schuldlos unterging.
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Mich ergreift Staunen darob,
Wie er es, wie, allein die Flut, die ihn umbraust, vernehmend hier,
Wie er ein solches Thränenloos tapfer besteht, so einsam.
Erste Gegenstrophe.
Hier wohnt er einzeln, ihm gebricht des Fußes Kraft,
Mangelt ein Nachbar, welchem in Thränen er
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Den herben Schmerz an der fressenden, blutumströmten Wunde,
Rings vernehmbar, klage,
Der ihm stille das heißquellende Blut, welches die Wund' ausströmt
Am giftschwellenden Fuß, sobald der Schmerz ihn
Befiel, durch linde Kräuter, die er vom
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Nährenden Schooß der Erde las.
Dort und hier ja schleppt er sich
Mit dem Fuß kriechend umher,
(Wie von der Amme fern ein Kind,) wo sich der Pfad bequem für ihn
Ebnete, wenn das Uebel wich, welches ihm nagt am Herzen.
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Zweite Strophe.
Nimmer stärkt ihn die Frucht heiliger Erd' oder
Was der Sterblichen sinnreiches Geschlecht sonst nährt,
Wenn nicht etwa mit schnelltreffender Pfeilschwinge
Ihm sein Flügelgeschoß errang die Nahrung.
Wehe dir, Unglückssohn,
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Der am lieblichen Wein nicht sich gelabt schon in das zehnte Jahr,
Nein, immer, wo er sumpsendes Wasser sah,
Sehnsüchtig hinankroch!
Zweite Gegenstrophe.
Doch nun, weil er den Sohn rühmlicher Ahnherrn fand,
Wird er glücklich und groß aus dem Geschick ersteh'n:
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Auf meerwandelndem Boot führt ihn der Retter heim,
Nach viel Monden, zum vaterländ'schen Wohnsiz
Melischer Meerjungfrau'n,
An Spercheios' Gestad, wo sich der Held, prangend in eh'rnem Schild, 2
Zum Göttersiz aus göttlicher Glut empor
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Hob über dem Deta.
(Neoptolemos und Philoktetes treten aus der Höhle.) Neoptolemos. Philoktetes. Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 676 focus
comes
A stranger. Stop a moment till we hear
Their business with us.
with another Grecian,
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English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 676 focus
STRO. 1. Such miseries never did mine eyes behold;
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But fame records from times of old
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That when Ixion with ambitious love
Assay'd to stain the bed of Jove,
Seized by the Thunderer, on the whirling wheel
Enchain'd, such tortures he was doom'd to feel.
Else not the grief-assaulted ear,
Nor eye inured to scenes of woe,
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Have known a fate like his severe :
Yet justice aims no vengeful blow;
His hands no deed of baseness stains,
And fraud his virtuous soul disdains.
Alone, exposed on this wild shore,
Hearing the billows round him roar,
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I marvel how his mournful life he bore.
ANTIS. 1. In cheerless solitude these rocks among
With pain he dragg'd his steps along;
No social friend, no partner in his pains
Attentive hears while he complains,
From mutual anguish makes his mutual moan,
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Re-echoes sigh for sigh, and groan for groan;
None, when his fierce envenom'd wound
Bursts ope, and spouts the boiling gore,
To cull the lenient herb is found
From bounteous nature's balmy store..
But (as a child, its nurse away,
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With tottering foot attempts to stray)
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Where best his food he may provide:
His feebly-rolling steps are tried,
Oft as his soul-consuming pains subside.
Him not the earth's rich fruits sustain,
Which from her sacred bounty rise;
Nor, food of men, the golden grain,
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Which toil's inventive care supplies;
Nor aught, save birds that wing th' ethereal height,
If haply his swift shafts arrest their flight.
For ten long years no sparkling bowł
Cheer'd with the grape's rich juice his soul;
But where th' unruffled fount he saw,
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"He hasted from the joyless stream to draw.
A noble youth he now hath found,
Who with his father's virtues glows;
By fortune now his patience crown'd,
He rises greater from his woes.
The bark shall waft him, after these sad hours,
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To thy loved banks, Sperchius, where their bow'rs
The Melian Nymphs delight to twine;
Where Eta blazed with flames divine,
Whence glorious to the blest abodes
The hero rose a god among the gods.
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