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to us all, even as we ask! For the rest, though I be silent, I deem
that thou, a god, must know it; all things, surely, are seen by the
sons of Zeus.
(The PAEDAGOGUS enters.)
PAEDAGOGUS
Ladies, might a stranger crave to know if this be the palace of
the king Aegisthus?
LEADER
It is, sir; thou thyself hast guessed aright.
PAEDAGOGUS
And am I right in surmising that this lady is his consort? She
is of queenly aspect.
LEADER
Assuredly; thou art in the presence of the queen.
PAEDAGOGUS
Hail, royal lady! I bring glad tidings to thee and to Aegisthus,
from friend.
CLYTEMNESTRA
I welcome the omen; but I would fain know from thee, first, who
may have sent thee.
PAEDAGOGUS
Phanoteus the Phocian, on a weighty mission.
CLYTEMNESTRA
What is it, sir? Tell me: coming from a friend, thou wilt bring, I
know; a kindly message.
PAEDAGOGUS
Orestes is dead; that is the sum.
ELECTRA
Oh, miserable that I am! I am lost this day!
CLYTEMNESTRA
What sayest thou, friend, what sayest thou?- listen not to her!
PAEDAGOGUS
I said, and say again- Orestes is dead.
ELECTRA
I am lost, hapless one, I am undone!
CLYTEMNESTRA (to ELECTRA)
See thou to thine own concerns.- But do thou, sir, tell me
exactly,-how did he perish?
PAEDAGOGUS
I was sent for that purpose, and will tell thee all. Having gone
to the renownedfestival, the pride of Greece, for the Delphian games,
when he heard the loud summons to the foot-race which was first to
be decided, he entered the lists, a brilliant form, a wonder in the
eyes of all there; and, having finished his course at the point
where it began, he went out with the glorious meed of victory. To
speak briefly, where there is much to tell, I know not the man whose
deeds and triumphs have matched his; but one thing thou must know;
in all the contests that the judges announced, he bore away the prize;
and men deemed him happy, as oft as the herald proclaimed him an
Argive, by name Orestes, son of Agamemnon, who once gathered the
famous armament of Greece.
Thus far, 'twas well; but, when a god sends harm, not even the
strong man can escape. For, on another day, when chariots were to
try their speed at sunrise, he entered, with many charioteers. One was
an Achaean, one from Sparta, two masters of yoked cars were Libyans;
Orestes, driving Thessalian mares, came fifth among them; the sixth
from Aetolia, with chestnut colts; a Magnesian was the seventh; the
eighth, with white horses, was of Aenian stock; the ninth, from
Athens, built of gods; there was a Boeotian too, making the tenth
chariot.
They took their stations where the appointed umpires placed them
by lot and ranged the cars; then, at the sound of the brazen trump,
they started. All shouted to their horses, and shook the reins in
their hands; the whole course was filled with the noise of rattling
chariots; the dust flew upward; and all, in a confused throng, plied
their goads unsparingly, each of them striving to pass the wheels
and the snorting steeds of his rivals; for alike at their backs and at
their rolling wheels the breath of the horses foamed and smote.
Orestes, driving close to the pillar at either end of the
course, almost grazed it with his wheel each time, and, giving rein to
the trace-horse on the right, checked the horse on the inner side.
Hitherto, all the chariots had escaped overthrow; but presently the
Aenian's hard-mouthed colts ran away, and, swerving, as they passed
from the sixth into the seventh round, dashed their foreheads
against the team of the Barcaean. Other mishaps followed the first,
shock on shock and crash on crash, till the whole race-ground of Crisa
was strewn with the wreck of the chariots.
Seeing this, the wary charioteer from Athens drew aside and
paused, allowing the billow of chariots, surging in mid course, to
go by. Orestes was driving last, keeping his horses behind,- for his
trust was in the end; but when he saw that the Athenian was alone left
in, he sent a shrill cry ringing through the ears of his swift
colts, and gave chase. Team was brought level with team, and so they
raced,-first one man, then the other. showing his head in front of the
chariots.
Hitherto the ill-fated Orestes had passed safely through every
round, steadfast in his steadfast car; at last, slackening his left
rein while the horse was turning, unawares he struck the edge of the
pillar; he broke the axle-box in twain; he was thrown over the
chariot-rail; he was caught in the shapely reins; and, as he fell on
the ground, his colts were scattered into the middle of the course.
But when the people saw him fallen from the car, a cry of pity
went up for the youth, who had done such deeds and was meeting such
a doom,- now dashed to earth, now tossed feet uppermost to the sky,-
till the charioteers, with difficulty checking the career of his
horses, loosed him, so covered with blood that no friend who saw it
would have known the haplesscorpse. Straightway they burned it on a
pyre; and chosen men of Phocis are bringing in a small urn of bronze
the sad dust of that mighty form, to find due burial in his
fatherland.
Such is my story,- grievous to hear, if words can grieve; but
for us, who beheld, the greatest of sorrows that these eyes have seen.
LEADER
Alas, alas Now, methinks, the stock of our ancient masters hath
utterly perished, root and branch.
CLYTEMNESTRA
O Zeus, what shall I call these tidings,- glad tidings? Or dire,
but gainful? 'Tis a bitter lot, when mine own calamities make the
safety of my life.
PAEDAGOGUS
Why art thou so downcast, lady, at this news?
CLYTEMNESTRA
There is a strange power in motherhood; a mother may be wronged,
but she never learns to hate her child.
PAEDAGOGUS
Then it seems that we have come in vain.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Nay, not in vain; how canst thou say 'in vain,' when thou hast
brought an sure proofs of his death?- His, who sprang from mine own
life, yet, forsaking me who had suckled and reared him, became an
exile and an alien; and, after he went out of this land, he saw me
no more; but, charging me with the murder of his sire, he uttered
dread threats against me; so that neither by night nor by day could
sweet sleep cover mine eyes, but from moment to moment I lived in fear
of death. Now, however-since this day I am rid of terror from him, and
from this girl,- that worse plague who shared my home, while still she
drained my very life-blood,-now, methinks, for aught that she can
threaten, I shall pass my days in peace.
ELECTRA
Ah, woe is me! Now, indeed, Orestes, thy fortune may be
lamented, when it is thus with thee, and thou art mocked by this thy
mother! Is it not well?
CLYTEMNESTRA
Not with thee; but his state is well.
ELECTRA
Hear, Nemesis of him who hath lately died!
CLYTEMNESTRA
She hath heard who should be heard, and hath ordained well.
ELECTRA
Insult us, for this is the time of thy triumph.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Then will not Orestes and thou silence me?
ELECTRA
We are silenced; much less should we silence thee.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Thy coming, sir, would deserve large recompense, if thou hast
hushed her clamorous tongue.
PAEDAGOGUS
Then I may take my leave, if all is well.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Not so; thy welcome would then be unworthy of me, and of the
ally who sent thee. Nay, come thou in; and leave her without, to
make loud lament for herself and for her friends.
(CLYTEMNESTRA and the PAEDAGOGUS enter the palace.)
ELECTRA
How think ye? Was there not grief and anguish there, wondrous
weeping and wailing of that miserable mother, for the son who perished
by such a fate? Nay, she left us with a laugh! Ah, woe is me!
Dearest Orestes, how is my life quenched by thy death! Thou hast
torn away with the from my heart the only hopes which still were
mine,- that thou wouldst live to return some day, an avenger of thy
sire, and of me unhappy. But now- whither shall I turn? I am alone,
bereft of thee, as of my father.
Henceforth I must be a slave again among those whom most I hate,
my father's murderers. Is it not well with me? But never, at least,
henceforward, will I enter the house to dwell with them; nay, at these
gates I will lay me down, and here, without a friend, my days shall
wither. Therefore, if any in the house be wroth, let them slay me; for
'tis a grace, if I die, but if I live, a pain; I desire life no more.
(The following lines between ELECTRA
and the CHORUS are chanted responsively.)
CHORUS
strophe 1
Where are the thunderbolts of Zeus, or where is the bright Sun, if
they look upon these things, and brand them not, but rest?
ELECTRA
Woe, woe, ah me, ah me!
CHORUS
O daughter, why weepest thou?
ELECTRA (with hands outstretched to heaven)
Alas!
CHORUS
Utter no rash cry!
ELECTRA
Thou wilt break my heart!
CHORUS
How meanest thou?
ELECTRA
If thou suggest a hope concerning those who have surely passed
to the realm below, thou wilt trample yet more upon my misery.
CHORUS
antistrophe 1
Nay, I know how, ensnared by a woman for a chain of gold, the
prince Amphiaraus found a grave; and now beneath the earth-
ELECTRA
Ah me, ah me!
CHORUS
-he reigns in fulness of force.
ELECTRA
Alas!
CHORUS
that thou, a god, must know it; all things, surely, are seen by the
sons of Zeus.
(The PAEDAGOGUS enters.)
PAEDAGOGUS
Ladies, might a stranger crave to know if this be the palace of
the king Aegisthus?
LEADER
It is, sir; thou thyself hast guessed aright.
PAEDAGOGUS
And am I right in surmising that this lady is his consort? She
is of queenly aspect.
LEADER
Assuredly; thou art in the presence of the queen.
PAEDAGOGUS
Hail, royal lady! I bring glad tidings to thee and to Aegisthus,
from friend.
CLYTEMNESTRA
I welcome the omen; but I would fain know from thee, first, who
may have sent thee.
PAEDAGOGUS
Phanoteus the Phocian, on a weighty mission.
CLYTEMNESTRA
What is it, sir? Tell me: coming from a friend, thou wilt bring, I
know; a kindly message.
PAEDAGOGUS
Orestes is dead; that is the sum.
ELECTRA
Oh, miserable that I am! I am lost this day!
CLYTEMNESTRA
What sayest thou, friend, what sayest thou?- listen not to her!
PAEDAGOGUS
I said, and say again- Orestes is dead.
ELECTRA
I am lost, hapless one, I am undone!
CLYTEMNESTRA (to ELECTRA)
See thou to thine own concerns.- But do thou, sir, tell me
exactly,-how did he perish?
PAEDAGOGUS
I was sent for that purpose, and will tell thee all. Having gone
to the renownedfestival, the pride of Greece, for the Delphian games,
when he heard the loud summons to the foot-race which was first to
be decided, he entered the lists, a brilliant form, a wonder in the
eyes of all there; and, having finished his course at the point
where it began, he went out with the glorious meed of victory. To
speak briefly, where there is much to tell, I know not the man whose
deeds and triumphs have matched his; but one thing thou must know;
in all the contests that the judges announced, he bore away the prize;
and men deemed him happy, as oft as the herald proclaimed him an
Argive, by name Orestes, son of Agamemnon, who once gathered the
famous armament of Greece.
Thus far, 'twas well; but, when a god sends harm, not even the
strong man can escape. For, on another day, when chariots were to
try their speed at sunrise, he entered, with many charioteers. One was
an Achaean, one from Sparta, two masters of yoked cars were Libyans;
Orestes, driving Thessalian mares, came fifth among them; the sixth
from Aetolia, with chestnut colts; a Magnesian was the seventh; the
eighth, with white horses, was of Aenian stock; the ninth, from
Athens, built of gods; there was a Boeotian too, making the tenth
chariot.
They took their stations where the appointed umpires placed them
by lot and ranged the cars; then, at the sound of the brazen trump,
they started. All shouted to their horses, and shook the reins in
their hands; the whole course was filled with the noise of rattling
chariots; the dust flew upward; and all, in a confused throng, plied
their goads unsparingly, each of them striving to pass the wheels
and the snorting steeds of his rivals; for alike at their backs and at
their rolling wheels the breath of the horses foamed and smote.
Orestes, driving close to the pillar at either end of the
course, almost grazed it with his wheel each time, and, giving rein to
the trace-horse on the right, checked the horse on the inner side.
Hitherto, all the chariots had escaped overthrow; but presently the
Aenian's hard-mouthed colts ran away, and, swerving, as they passed
from the sixth into the seventh round, dashed their foreheads
against the team of the Barcaean. Other mishaps followed the first,
shock on shock and crash on crash, till the whole race-ground of Crisa
was strewn with the wreck of the chariots.
Seeing this, the wary charioteer from Athens drew aside and
paused, allowing the billow of chariots, surging in mid course, to
go by. Orestes was driving last, keeping his horses behind,- for his
trust was in the end; but when he saw that the Athenian was alone left
in, he sent a shrill cry ringing through the ears of his swift
colts, and gave chase. Team was brought level with team, and so they
raced,-first one man, then the other. showing his head in front of the
chariots.
Hitherto the ill-fated Orestes had passed safely through every
round, steadfast in his steadfast car; at last, slackening his left
rein while the horse was turning, unawares he struck the edge of the
pillar; he broke the axle-box in twain; he was thrown over the
chariot-rail; he was caught in the shapely reins; and, as he fell on
the ground, his colts were scattered into the middle of the course.
But when the people saw him fallen from the car, a cry of pity
went up for the youth, who had done such deeds and was meeting such
a doom,- now dashed to earth, now tossed feet uppermost to the sky,-
till the charioteers, with difficulty checking the career of his
horses, loosed him, so covered with blood that no friend who saw it
would have known the haplesscorpse. Straightway they burned it on a
pyre; and chosen men of Phocis are bringing in a small urn of bronze
the sad dust of that mighty form, to find due burial in his
fatherland.
Such is my story,- grievous to hear, if words can grieve; but
for us, who beheld, the greatest of sorrows that these eyes have seen.
LEADER
Alas, alas Now, methinks, the stock of our ancient masters hath
utterly perished, root and branch.
CLYTEMNESTRA
O Zeus, what shall I call these tidings,- glad tidings? Or dire,
but gainful? 'Tis a bitter lot, when mine own calamities make the
safety of my life.
PAEDAGOGUS
Why art thou so downcast, lady, at this news?
CLYTEMNESTRA
There is a strange power in motherhood; a mother may be wronged,
but she never learns to hate her child.
PAEDAGOGUS
Then it seems that we have come in vain.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Nay, not in vain; how canst thou say 'in vain,' when thou hast
brought an sure proofs of his death?- His, who sprang from mine own
life, yet, forsaking me who had suckled and reared him, became an
exile and an alien; and, after he went out of this land, he saw me
no more; but, charging me with the murder of his sire, he uttered
dread threats against me; so that neither by night nor by day could
sweet sleep cover mine eyes, but from moment to moment I lived in fear
of death. Now, however-since this day I am rid of terror from him, and
from this girl,- that worse plague who shared my home, while still she
drained my very life-blood,-now, methinks, for aught that she can
threaten, I shall pass my days in peace.
ELECTRA
Ah, woe is me! Now, indeed, Orestes, thy fortune may be
lamented, when it is thus with thee, and thou art mocked by this thy
mother! Is it not well?
CLYTEMNESTRA
Not with thee; but his state is well.
ELECTRA
Hear, Nemesis of him who hath lately died!
CLYTEMNESTRA
She hath heard who should be heard, and hath ordained well.
ELECTRA
Insult us, for this is the time of thy triumph.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Then will not Orestes and thou silence me?
ELECTRA
We are silenced; much less should we silence thee.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Thy coming, sir, would deserve large recompense, if thou hast
hushed her clamorous tongue.
PAEDAGOGUS
Then I may take my leave, if all is well.
CLYTEMNESTRA
Not so; thy welcome would then be unworthy of me, and of the
ally who sent thee. Nay, come thou in; and leave her without, to
make loud lament for herself and for her friends.
(CLYTEMNESTRA and the PAEDAGOGUS enter the palace.)
ELECTRA
How think ye? Was there not grief and anguish there, wondrous
weeping and wailing of that miserable mother, for the son who perished
by such a fate? Nay, she left us with a laugh! Ah, woe is me!
Dearest Orestes, how is my life quenched by thy death! Thou hast
torn away with the from my heart the only hopes which still were
mine,- that thou wouldst live to return some day, an avenger of thy
sire, and of me unhappy. But now- whither shall I turn? I am alone,
bereft of thee, as of my father.
Henceforth I must be a slave again among those whom most I hate,
my father's murderers. Is it not well with me? But never, at least,
henceforward, will I enter the house to dwell with them; nay, at these
gates I will lay me down, and here, without a friend, my days shall
wither. Therefore, if any in the house be wroth, let them slay me; for
'tis a grace, if I die, but if I live, a pain; I desire life no more.
(The following lines between ELECTRA
and the CHORUS are chanted responsively.)
CHORUS
strophe 1
Where are the thunderbolts of Zeus, or where is the bright Sun, if
they look upon these things, and brand them not, but rest?
ELECTRA
Woe, woe, ah me, ah me!
CHORUS
O daughter, why weepest thou?
ELECTRA (with hands outstretched to heaven)
Alas!
CHORUS
Utter no rash cry!
ELECTRA
Thou wilt break my heart!
CHORUS
How meanest thou?
ELECTRA
If thou suggest a hope concerning those who have surely passed
to the realm below, thou wilt trample yet more upon my misery.
CHORUS
antistrophe 1
Nay, I know how, ensnared by a woman for a chain of gold, the
prince Amphiaraus found a grave; and now beneath the earth-
ELECTRA
Ah me, ah me!
CHORUS
-he reigns in fulness of force.
ELECTRA
Alas!
CHORUS
- welcome [´welkəm]
a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词) - miserable [´mizərəbəl] a.悲惨的；可怜的 (初中英语单词)
- greece [gri:s] n.希腊 (初中英语单词)
- brilliant [´briliənt] a.灿烂的；杰出的 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- victory [´viktəri] n.胜利，战胜 (初中英语单词)
- briefly [´bri:fli] ad.简短地；简略地 (初中英语单词)
- upward [´ʌpwəd] a.&ad.向上(的)；以上 (初中英语单词)
- breath [breθ] n.呼吸；气息 (初中英语单词)
- presently [´prezəntli] ad.不久；目前 (初中英语单词)
- safely [´seifli] ad.安全地；平安地 (初中英语单词)
- career [kə´riə] n.经历；生涯；职业 (初中英语单词)
- grieve [gri:v] v.&n.(使)悲痛；哀悼 (初中英语单词)
- beheld [bi´held] behold的过去式(分词) (初中英语单词)
- sprang [spræŋ] spring 的过去式 (初中英语单词)
- terror [´terə] n.恐怖；惊骇 (初中英语单词)
- lately [´leitli] ad.近来，不久前 (初中英语单词)
- deserve [di´zə:v] v.应受；值得 (初中英语单词)
- unhappy [ʌn´hæpi] a.不幸的；不快乐的 (初中英语单词)
- therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- chorus [´kɔ:rəs] n.合唱；齐声 v.合唱 (初中英语单词)
- tidings [´taidiŋz] n.消息，音信 (高中英语单词)
- renowned [ri´naund] a.有名的，有声望的 (高中英语单词)
- festival [´festivəl] n.节日；庆祝；欢庆 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- herald [´herəld] n.先驱；预兆 vt.预示 (高中英语单词)
- sunrise [´sʌnraiz] n.日出，黎明 (高中英语单词)
- chestnut [´tʃesnʌt] n.栗子；栗树；栗色(马) (高中英语单词)
- throng [θrɔŋ] n.群众 v.拥挤；群集 (高中英语单词)
- pillar [´pilə] n.支柱 vt.用柱支持 (高中英语单词)
- overthrow [´əuvəθrəu] n.推翻；打倒 (高中英语单词)
- strewn [stru:n] strew的过去分词 (高中英语单词)
- athens [´æθinz] n.雅典 (高中英语单词)
- shrill [ʃril] a.(声音)尖锐的 (高中英语单词)
- straightway [´streitwei] ad.立刻 (高中英语单词)
- mighty [´maiti] a.强有力的 ad.很 (高中英语单词)
- methinks [mi´θiŋks] vi.据我看来 (高中英语单词)
- plague [pleig] n.瘟疫 vt.使...染疫 (高中英语单词)
- lament [lə´ment] v.哀悼 n.哀悼；恸哭 (高中英语单词)
- anguish [´æŋgwiʃ] n.(极度的)痛苦；苦恼 (高中英语单词)
- concerning [kən´sə:niŋ] prep.关于 (高中英语单词)
- trample [´træmpəl] v.&n.践踏；蹂躏；踩坏 (高中英语单词)
- consort [´kɔnsɔ:t] n.&v.配偶；合作；一致 (英语四级单词)
- armament [´ɑ:məmənt] n.军备；重武器 (英语四级单词)
- brazen [´breizən] a.黄铜制的；无耻的 (英语四级单词)
- billow [´biləu] n.巨浪 v.(使)翻腾 (英语四级单词)
- corpse [kɔ:ps] n.尸体 (英语四级单词)
- grievous [´gri:vəs] a.痛苦的；严重的 (英语四级单词)
- recompense [´rekəmpens] n.&vt.回报；补偿 (英语四级单词)
- unworthy [ʌn´wə:ði] a.不值得的；不足道的 (英语四级单词)
- hapless [´hæpləs] a.不幸的；倒楣的 (英语六级单词)
- athenian [ə´θi:njən] a.雅典(人)的n.雅典人 (英语六级单词)
- steadfast [´stedfɑ:st, -fæst] a.坚定的，不动摇的 (英语六级单词)
- downcast [´daunkɑ:st] a.沮丧的；向下看的 (英语六级单词)
- clamorous [´klæmərəs] a.喧闹的；吵吵嚷嚷的 (英语六级单词)
- outstretched [,aut´stretʃt] a.扩张的；伸长的 (英语六级单词)
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