Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound

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Aeschylus

τοιάδ᾿ ἐπ᾿ ἐχθροὺς τοὺς ἐμοὺς ἔλθοι Κύπρις. 865μίαν δὲ παίδων ἵμερος θέλξει τὸ μὴ κτεῖναι ξύνευνον, ἀλλ᾿ ἀπαμβλυνθήσεται γνώμην· δυοῖν δὲ θάτερον βουλήσεται, κλύειν ἄναλκις μᾶλλον ἢ μιαιφόνος. αὕτη κατ᾿ Ἄργος βασιλικὸν τέξει γένος. 870μακροῦ λόγου δεῖ ταῦτ᾿ ἐπεξελθεῖν τορῶς· σπόρος γε μὴν ἐκ τῆσδε φύσεται θρασύς, τόξοισι κλεινός, ὃς πόνων ἐκ τῶνδ᾿ ἐμὲ λύσει. τοιόνδε χρησμὸν ἡ παλαιγενὴς μήτηρ ἐμοὶ διῆλθε, Τιτανὶς Θέμις· 875ὅπως δὲ χὤπῃ, ταῦτα δεῖ μακροῦ λόγου εἰπεῖν, σύ τ᾿ οὐδὲν ἐκμαθοῦσα κερδανεῖς.

ΙΩ

ἐλελεῦ ἐλελεῦ· ὑπό μ᾿ αὖ σφάκελος καὶ φρενοπληγεῖς μανίαι θάλπουσ᾿, οἴστρου δ᾿ ἄρδις 880χρίει ζάπυρος· κραδία δὲ φόβῳ φρένα λακτίζει, τροχοδινεῖται δ᾿ ὄμμαθ᾿ ἑλίγδην, ἔξω δὲ δρόμου φέρομαι λύσσης πνεύματι μάργῳ γλώσσης ἀκρατής,

  • 864ἐπ᾿ b: ἐς M I b k.
  • 871σπόρος Sikes & Willson: σπορᾶς codd.
  • 877ἐλελεῦ ἐλελεῦ Pauw (ἐλελεῦ t): ἐλελελελελεῦ ςel sim. M I b k: ἰὼ ἰὼ λελελελεῦ λελελελελεῦ b.
  • 880ζάπυρος Askew: μ᾿ (om. ) ἄπυρος codd.
  • 881κραδία k: καρδία M I b k.
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Prometheus Bound

the bridal night be for my enemies! 111 But one of the girls 112 will be charmed by desire into refraining from killing her bedfellow; she will choose the alternative of being called a coward rather than a polluted murderer. She will become the mother of a royal house in Argos. It would take a long narrative to recount it all explicitly, but from her line, at any rate, will be born a brave scion, famous for archery, who will release me from these sufferings. Such is the prophecy that was narrated to me by my mother of ancient birth, Themis the Titaness; 113 but how and in what way it is to happen would take a lengthy narrative to explain, and you would profit nothing by learning it.

io begins to dance wildly again.
io

Eleleu, eleleu! My mind is struck again by hot spasms of madness, and I am pricked by the gadfly’s fiery dart! In terror my heart is thumping my midriff, my eyes are rolling in circles, I am blown off course by the wild winds of insanity, I cannot control my tongue,

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.aeschylus-prometheus_bound.2009