450 BC
EUMENDIDES
by Aeschylus
translated by E. D. A. Morshead
CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY
THE PYTHIAN PRIESTES
APOLLO
ORESTES
THE GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRA
CHORUS OF FURIES
ATHENA
ATTENDANTS OF ATHENA
TWELVE ATHENIAN CITIZENS
EUMENDIDES
(SCENE:-Before the
temple of APOLLO at Delphi. The PYTHIAN
PRIESTESS enters and approaches the doors of the
temple.)
THE PYTHIAN PRIESTES
First, in this prayer, of all the gods I name
The
prophet-mother Earth; and Themis next,
Second who sat-for so with truth is said-
On this her mother's
shrine oracular.
Then by her grace, who unconstrained allowed,
There sat thereon another child of Earth-
Titanian Phoebe. She, in after time,
Gave o'er the
throne, as birthgift to a god,
Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe's name.
He from the lake and ridge of Delos' isle
Steered to the port of Pallas' Attic shores,
The home of ships; and
thence he passed and came
Unto this land and to Pamassus'
shrine.
And at his side, with awe revering him,
There went the children of Hephaestus' seed,
The hewers of the
sacred way, who tame
The
stubborn tract that erst was wilderness.
And all this folk, and Delphos, chieftain-king
Of this their land, with honour gave him home;
And in his breast Zeus set a
prophet's soul,
And gave to him this
throne,
whereon he sits,
Fourth
prophet of the
shrine, and, Loxias hight,
Gives voice to that which Zeus his sire decrees.
Such gods I name in my preluding prayer,
And after them, I call with honour due
On Pallas, wardress of the fane, and Nymphs
Who dwell around the rock Corycian,
Where in the hollow cave, the wild birds' haunt,
Wander the feet of
lesser gods; and there,
Right well I know it, Bromian Bacchus dwells,
Since he in godship led his Maenad host,
Devising death for Pentheus, whom they rent
Piecemeal, as hare among the hounds. And last,
I call on Pleistus' springs, Poseidon's might,
And Zeus most high, the great Accomplisher.
Then as a seeress to the
sacred chair
I pass and sit; and may the powers divine
Make this mine entrance
fruitful in response
Beyond each former
advent, triply blest.
And if there stand without, from Hellas bound,
Men seeking oracles, let each pass in
In order of the lot, as use allows;
For the god guides whate'er my tongue proclaims.
(She goes into the
interior of the
temple; after a short
interval, she returns in great fear.)
Things fell to speak of, fell for eyes to see,
Have sped me forth again from Loxias'
shrine,
With strength unstrung, moving erect no more,
But aiding with my hands my failing feet,
Unnerved by fear. A beldame's force is naught-
Is as a child's, when age and fear combine.
For as I pace towards the inmost fane
Bay-filleted by many a suppliant's hand,
Lo, at the central altar I descry
One crouching as for refuge-yea, a man
Abhorred of heaven; and from his hands, wherein
A sword new-drawn he holds, blood reeked and fell:
A wand he bears, the olive's topmost bough,
Twined as of purpose with a deep close tuft
Of whitest wool. This, that I
plainly saw,
Plainly I tell. But lo, in front of him,
Crouched on the altar-steps, a grisly band
Of women slumbers-not like women they,
But Gorgons rather; nay, that word is weak,
Nor may I match the Gorgons' shape with theirs!
Such have I seen in painted
semblance erst-
Winged Harpies, snatching food from Phineus' board,-
But these are wingless, black, and all their shape
The eye's abomination to behold.
Fell is the
breath-let none draw nigh to it-
Exude the
damned drops of
poisonous ire:
And such their garb as none should dare to bring
To statues of the gods or homes of men.
I wot not of the tribe wherefrom can come
So fell a
legion, nor in what land Earth
Could rear, unharmed, such creatures, nor avow
That she had travailed and had brought forth death.
But, for the rest, be all these things a carp
Unto the
mighty Loxias, the lord
Of this our
shrine: healer and
prophet he,
Discerner he of portents, and the cleanser
Of other homes-behold, his own to cleanse!
(She goes out. The central doors open, disclosing the
interior of
the
temple. ORESTES clings to the central altar; the FURIES
lie slumbering at a little distance; APOLLO and HERMES appear
from the innermost
shrine.)
APOLLO (to ORESTES)
Lo, I desert thee never: to the end,
Hard at thy side as now, or sundered far,
I am thy guard, and to thine enemies
Implacably oppose me: look on them,
These
greedy fiends, beneath my craft subdued I
See, they are fallen on sleep, these beldames old,
Unto whose grim and wizened maidenhood
Nor god nor man nor beast can e'er draw near.
Yea, evil were they born, for evil's doom,
Evil the dark abyss of Tartarus
Wherein they dwell, and they themselves the hate
Of men on earth, and of Olympian gods.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the
mainland wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men. Faint not nor fail,
Too soon and
timidly within thy breast
Shepherding thoughts
forlorn of this thy toil;
But unto Pallas' city go, and there
Crouch at her
shrine, and in thine arms enfold
Her ancient image: there we well shall find
Meet judges for this cause and suasive pleas,
Skilled to
contrive for thee deliverance
For by my hest thou didst thy mother slay.
ORESTES
O king Apollo, since right well thou know'st
What justice bids, have heed,
fulfil the same,-
Thy strength is all-sufficient to achieve.
APOLLO
Have thou too heed, nor let thy fear prevail
Above thy will. And do thou guard him, Hermes,
Whose blood is brother unto mine, whose sire
The same high God. Men call thee guide and guard,
Guide
therefore thou and guard my suppliant;
For Zeus himself reveres the outlaw's right,
Boon of fair
escort, upon man conferred.
(APOLLO, HERMES, and ORESTES go out. The GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRA
rises.)
GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRA
Sleep on! awake! what skills your sleep to me-
Me, among all the dead by you dishonoured-
Me from whom never, in the world of death,
Dieth this course, 'Tis she who smote and slew,
And shamed and scorned I roam? Awake, and hear
My plaint of dead men's hate intolerable.
Me,
sternly slain by them that should have loved,
Me doth no god
arouse him to avenge,
Hewn down in blood by matricidal hands.
Mark ye these wounds from which the heart's blood ran,
And by whose hand,
bethink ye! for the sense
When shut in sleep hath then the spirit-sight,
But in the day the
inward eye is blind.
List, ye who drank so oft with lapping tongue
The wineless
draught by me outpoured to soothe
Your vengeful ire! how oft on kindled
shrineI laid the feast of darkness, at the hour
Abhorred of every god but you alone!
Lo, all my service trampled down and scorned!
And he bath baulked your chase, as stag the hounds;
Yea,
lightly bounding from the circling toils,
Hath wried his face in scorn, and flieth far.
Awake and hear-for mine own soul I cry-
Awake, ye powers of hell! the wandering ghost
That once was Clytemnestra calls-Arise!
(The FURIES
muttergrimly, as in a dream.)
Mutter and murmur! He hath flown afar-
My kin have gods to guard them, I have none!
(The FURIES
mutter as before.)
O drowsed in sleep too deep to heed my pain!
Orestes flies, who me, his mother, slew.
(The FURIES give a confused cry.)
Yelping, and drowsed again? Up and be doing
That which alone is yours, the deed of hell!
(The FURIES give another cry.)
Lo, sleep and toil, the sworn confederates,
Have quelled your dragon-anger, once so fell!
THE FURIES (
muttering more
fiercely and loudly)
Seize, seize, seize, seize-mark, yonder!
GHOST
In dreams ye chase a prey, and like some hound,
That even in sleep doth ply
woodland toil,
Ye bell and bay. What do ye,
sleeping here?
Be not o'ercome with toil, nor, sleep-subdued,
Be
heedless of my wrong. Up!
thrill your heart
With the just chidings of my tongue,-Such words
Are as a spur to purpose
firmly held.
Blow forth on him the
breath of wrath and blood,
Scorch him with reek of fire that burns in you,
Waste him with new pursuit-swift, hound him down!
(The GHOST sinks.)
FIRST FURY (awaking)
Up! rouse another as I rouse thee; up!
Sleep'st thou? Rise up, and spurning sleep away,
See we if false to us this prelude rang.
CHORUS OF FURIES (singing)
strophe 1