Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Trachiniae 4

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

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Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (Lewis Campbell, 1879)) — 497 focus
μέγα τι σθένος ὁ Κύπρις ἐκφέρεται νίκας ἀεί.
ὁ μὲν ἦν ποταμοῦ σθένος, ὑψίκερω τετραόρου
φάσμα ταύρου,
᾿Αχελῷος ἀχελώιοσ ἀχελῷος ἀπ᾿ Οἰνιαδᾶν, ὁ δὲ Βακχίας βακχείας ἄπο ἄπο
ἦλθε ἦλθε παλίντονα Θήβας
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τότ᾽ ἦν χερός, ἦν δὲ τόξων πάταγος,
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ταυρείων ταν, είων ταυρείων τ᾽ ἀνάμιγδα κεράτων·
ἦν δ᾽ δὲ ἀμφίπλεκτοι
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 497-530 focus
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English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 497 focus
Victorious in her might,
The Queen of soft delight
Still ranges onward with triumphant sway.
What she from Kronos’ son
And strong Poseidon won,
And Pluto, King of Night, I durst not say.
But who, to earn this bride,
Came forth in sinewy pride
To strive, or e’er the nuptial might be known
With fearless heart I tell
What heroes wrestled well,
With showering blows, and dust in clouds upthrown.
One was a river bold,
Horn-crowned, with tramp fourfold,
Bull Achelôüs, Acarnania’s Fear;
And one from Bacchus’ town,
Own son of Zeus, came down,
With brandished mace, bent bow, and barbèd spear.
Who then in battle brunt,
Together, front to front,
Hurled, eager both to win the beauteous prize;
And Cypris ’mid the fray
Alone, that dreadful day,
Sate umpire, holding promise in her eyes.
Then clashed the fist, then clanged the bow;
Then horns gave crashing blow for blow,
Whilst, as they clung,
The twining hip throw both essay
And hurtling foreheads’ fearful play,
And groans from each were wrung.
But the tender fair one far away
Sate watching with an eye of piteous cheer
(A mother’s heart will heed the thing I say,)
Till won by him who freed her from her fear.
Sudden she leaves her mother’s gentle side,
Borne through the waste, our hero’s tender bride.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 497 focus
Aphrodite's erhabene Siegesgewalt strahlt ewig neu.
Schweigen will ich
Von den Göttern, und wie sie berückt den Kroniden, sag' ich nicht, 1
Oder den nächtlichen Hades,
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Oder auch Poseidon, den Ländererschütt'rer.
Hier um die Sterbliche freiend,
Welche Bewerber erschienen zum Streit? Umhallt 2
Von Schlachtgetos', umwölkt von Staub,
Traten sie vor zum Kampfe.
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Gegenstrophe.
Acheloos, der Strom, in des Stieres Gestalt, vierfüßig und
Hochgehörnt, war's,
Von der Denier Stadt; und der Andere kam vom bacchischen 3
Thebe daher, den gekrümmten
Bogen, Wurfspeer' auch und die Keule bewegend,
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Zeus' Sohn. Beid', um die Jungfrau
Glühend, betraten den Plan, und des bräutlichen
Genusses Göttin saß im Kreis, 4
Waltend allein des Kampfes.
Schlußgesang.
Da scholl von der Faust, von Wurfpfeilen erklang
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Das Gedröhn, dumpf krachten die Hörner;
Verschlungne Füße
Rangen, es trafen die Stirn tödtliche Stöße;
Seufzen erscholl von den Beiden.
Doch voll Reizes und hold,
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Auf weitschauendem Hügel
Saß sie, in Angst ihres Gatten harrend.
Und sie schied von der Mutter eilig,
Gleich der einsamen Stärke.
Deianeira. Der Chor.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 497 focus
She speaks most kindly to thee. Be persuaded.
Hereafter thou shalt find her not ungrateful ;
We too will thank thee.
Lie. O my dearest mistress !
Not vinexperienced thou in human life,
Nor ignorant. And therefore naught from thee
Will I conceal, but tell thee all the truth :
'Tis as he said, and Hercules indeed
Doth love lole. For her sake alone
QCchalia, her unhappy country, fell ;
This — for 'tis fit I tell thee — he confessed,
Nor willed me to conceal it. But I feared
'Twould pierce thy heart to hear th' unwelcome tale,
And therefore own I would have kept it from thee 3
That crime, if such it was, 1 have committed.
But since thou knowst it all, let me entreat thee,
For her sake and thy own, oh ! do not hate
This wretched captive, but remember well,
What thou hast promised faithfully perform.
He, whose victorious arm hath conquered all,
Now yields to her, and is a slave to love.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 497 focus
Sovereign, resistless in her sway
O'er the charm'd heart victorious Venus reigns.
Not her sweet force, which Gods obey,
Which Jove's firm soul subdued, attunes these strains;
Which taught the gloomy Pow'r to bow,
The monarch of the realms below;
And him, who gives his thundering waves to roar,
And furious shake the solid shore.
To other themes these humbler strains belong:...
In arms contending for this bride,
The contest dust, and toil, and wounds decide.
Rising in all his strength the Flood,
In form a Bull terrific to the sight,
Ætolian Achelous stood,
With horns his threat'ning forehead arm'd for fight.
From Thebes the Chief of mighty fame
Fierce to the rough encounter came,
The son of Jove; his massy club he rears,
His bow unbent, his arrows bears.
Inflamed with jealous love and rival rage
In horrid combat they engage;
While Venus with severe delight
Awards the prize, and arbitrates the fight.
Dauntless each the fight provokes,
Loud the thunder of their strokes;
The clanging bow now aims the wound;
With dreadful clash the Bull's strong horns resound.
Now front meets front, the furious blow
With horrid conflict threatens death;
Now in strong grasp each struggling foe
Strains every nerve, and lab'ring pants for breath.
Meanwhile the beauteous Nymph, whose charms
Inflamed the combatants to arms,
Anxious and doubtful of her fate
Conspicuous on the river's margin sate;
(My song records the voice of fame)
All was suspence and awful dread,
Till victor now the hero came,
And from her mother's arms the trembling virgin led.
DBIA. Whilst with these female captives in the house
My guest, on his departure bent with speed,
Holds converse, unobserved to you, my friends,
Hither I come, to tell you what device
These hands have form'd, and for my sufferings raise
Your sympathetic pity; for no more
A virgin deem I that I here received,
But one who shares his bed; as in his bark
The mariner admits a baneful freight.
And now the same embrace in the same couch
We both await: such is the recompense
The good and faithful Hercules, so call'd,
Repays me for my long and anxious care.
Yet my heart knows not anger that he yields
Oft to this weakness; but to live with her
In the same house, with her my nuptial bed
To share, what woman can bear this? I see
Her age, it daily opens to fresh bloom,
While mine is in the sere: the eye of man
Delighted views the vernal glow, and loves
To crop the flow'r; but from the fading leaf
Turns with disgust away: hence rise my fears
Lest Hercules, in vain my husband call'd,
Give to her younger beauties all his love.
Yet not for this doth anger, as I said,
Become a prudent woman. But, my friends,
What I possess of pow'r to heal my griefs
I will inform you. In a brazen vase
A present from the ancient Centuar long
Have I preserv'd; while yet in. youth's fresh bloom
This from the shaggy Nessus I received
When dying from his wound. It was is wont
O'er the deep flood Evenus rolls to bear
For hire, who wish'd to reach the further bank,
In his strong arms; nor dashing oar was his,
Nor barge with-swelling sails. Me thus he bore,
When, unattended with my father's train
I followed Hercules; but when he reach'd
The middle of the stream, his wanton hands
'Gainst modesty transgress'd; I cried aloud:
The son of Jove sprung forward, in his hand
His ready bow, from which a feather'd shaft
Wing'd with impetuous fury pierced his side.
Me then the dying monster thus address'd,
Daughter of aged Œneus, I no more
Shall pass this flood; but since my arms have borne
Thee their last charge, derive thou thence this good,
Observant of my words: Preserve with care
The clodded blood which issues from my wound;
The gore of the Lernæan Hydra tinged:
The blacken'd shaft; this will have pow'r to charm
The heart of Hercules to thee assured;
That never woman shall his eyes behold
Fair and attractive of his love, like thee.
To memory this recalling (for with care
The dying Centaur's gift I have preserved)
With it, my friends, this vestment I have tinged,
Nothing omitted which he gave in charge
While yet he lived. These things are now prepared.
The boldness of ill arts I would not know,
I would not learn; those women I abhor
Who dare attempt them: yet her youthful bloom
Could I by charms o'ercome, and sooth the heart
Of Hercules to love, I would assay
Their potency: but if you deem th' attempt
Unmeet, or void of force, I will forbear.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 497-530 focus