Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Trachiniae 9

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)) — 863 focus
πότερον ἐγὼ μάταιος, ἢ κλύω τινὸς
οἴκτου δι οἴκων ἀρτίως ἐρμασμένου;
τί φημί;
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ἄγαν γε· μᾶλλον δ᾽ om. add, εἰ η δ' εἰ παροῦσα πλησία
ἔλευσσες ἔλευσες ἔλευσσες οἷ᾽ ἔδρασε ἔδρασε(ν) ἔδρασε, κάρτ᾽ ἂν ᾤκτισας.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 863-946 focus
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English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 863 focus
Thy silence argues thine accuser’s plea?
See where falls the doom, of old
By the unerring Voice foretold,—
‘When twelve troublous years have rolled,
Then shall end your long desire:
Toil on toil no more shall tire
The offspring of the Eternal Sire.’
Lo! the destined Hour is come!
Lo! it hath brought its burden home.
For when the eyes have looked their last
How should sore labour vex again?
How, when the powers of will and thought are past,
Should life be any more enthralled to pain?
And if Nessus’ withering shroud,
Wrought by destiny and craft,
Steep him in a poisonous cloud.
Steaming from the venomed shaft,
Which to Death in hideous lair
The many-wreathed Hydra bare,
How shall he another day
Feel the glad warmth of Helios’ ray?—
Enfolded by the Monster-Thing
Of Lerna, while the cruel sting
Of the shagg’d Centaur’s murderous-guileful tongue
Breaks forth withal to do him painful wrong.
And she, poor innocent, who saw
Checkless advancing to the gate
A mighty harm unto her state,—
This rash young bridal without fear of law,—
Gave not her will to aught that caused this woe,
But since it came through that strange mind’s conceiving,—
That ruined her in meeting,—deeply grieving,
She mourns with dewy tears in tenderest flow.
The approaching hour appeareth great with woe:
Some guile-born misery doth Fate foreshow.
The springs of sorrow are unbound,
And such an agony disclose,
As never from the hands of foes
To afflict the life of Heracles was found.
O dark with battle-stains, world-champion spear,
That from Oechalia’s highland leddest then
This bride that followed swiftly in thy train,
How fatally overshadowing was thy fear!
But these wild sorrows all too clearly come
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From Love’s dread minister, disguised and dumb.
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Am I a fool, or do I truly hear
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Lament new-rising from our master’s home?
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Tell!
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Clearly from within a wailing voice
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Peals piteously. The house hath some fresh woe.
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Mark!
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How strangely, with what cloud upon her brow,
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Yon aged matron with her tidings moves!
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Too true. But hadst thou been at hand to see
Her action, pity would have wrung thy soul.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 863 focus
Hat mich ein Wahn betrogen, oder hör' ich nicht
Ein Jammern, das sich eben jezt im Haus erhebt?
Was sag' ich?
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Gewiß; und größer, wenn du gegenwärtig dort
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Die That gesehen, wäre dein Bedauern noch.
English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Thomas Francklin, 1758–1759)) — 863 focus
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To go in silence thus confirms thy guilt?
Chorus.
'Twas most dreadful,
As thou shalt hear, for I will tell thee all :
Soon as she entered at the palace gate
And saw her son prepare the funeral bed.
To th' inmovst chamber silent she retired
From every eye, there, at the altar's feet
Falling, lamented loud her widowed state ;
And ever as she lit on aught her hands
Had used in happier days, the tears would flow ;
From room to room she wandered, and if chance
A loved domestic crossed her she would weep
And mourn her fate, for ever now deprived
Of converse sweet, and hymeneal joys ;
Then would she strew her garments on the bed
Of her Alcides (for, concealed, I watched
Her every motion), throw herself upon it,
And as the tears in a warm flood burst forth,
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" Farewell ! " she cried, " for ever farewell now,
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My nuptial couch ! for never shalt thou more
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Keceive this wretched burthen." Thus she spake,
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And with quick hand the golden button loosed,
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Then cast her robe aside, her bosom bared
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And seemed prepared to strike. I ran and told
The dreadful purpose to her son ; too late
We came, and saw her wounded to the heart.
The pious son beheld his bleeding mother,
And wept ; for well he knew, by anger fired,
And the fell centaur's cruel fraud betrayed,
Unweeting she had done the dreadful deed.
Close to her side he laid him down, and joined
His lips to hers, lamenting sore that thus
He had accused her guiltless ; then deplored
His own sad fate, thus suddenly bereaved
Of both his parents. You have heard my tale.
Who to himself shall promise length of life ?
None but the fool. For, oh ! to day alone
Is ours. We are not certain of to-morrow.
English (Robert Potter, 1788) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Robert Potter, 1788)) — 863 focus
Silence, be thou assured, confirms the charge.
See, virgins, see, the doom of old
By the prophetic voice foretold
Advances with impetuous speed,
For thus the fates decreed,
"Twelve times the moon shall bend her silver bow,
"Then rest from toils the son of Jove shall know."
See, th' event with secret force
Onward holds its destin'd course;
For he, who sinks to Pluto's peaceful shore,
Is to toils a slave no more.
For if the Centaur o'er his head
Guileful the sanguine cloud has spread;
If from the venom-tinctured vest
He feels the rankling pest
Of death and of the spotted Hydra born,
How shall he see another orient morn?
Ours the hero to deplore
Wasted by the Hydra's gore,
As the rough Centaur's wiles their pangs impart,
Burning in his tortured heart.
The dreadful act against herself perform'd.
English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Sir Richard Jebb, 1904)) — 863-945 focus