The Suppliants E-Book

Aeschylus

• Herausgeber: Sovereign
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Serie: Plays by Aeschylus
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Seitenzahl: 47

Beschreibung

The Danaids form the chorus and serve as the protagonists. They flee a forced marriage to their Egyptian cousins. When the Danaides reach Argos, they entreat King Pelasgus to protect them. He refuses pending the decision of the Argive people, who decide in the favor of the Danaids. Danaus rejoices the outcome, and the Danaids praise the Greek gods. Almost immediately, a herald of the Egyptians comes to attempt to force the Danaids to return to their cousins for marriage. Pelasgus arrives, threatens the herald, and urges the Danaids to remain within the walls of Argos. The play ends with the Danaids retreating into the Argive walls, protected.

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Aeschylus

Aeschylus

The Suppliants

LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW

PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA

TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING

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First published in 2016

Copyright © 2016 Sovereign Classic

ISBN: 9781911535768

Contents

THE SUPPLIANTS

THE SUPPLIANTS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

DANAUSTHE KING OF ARGOSHERALD OF AEGYPTUSCHORUS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF DANAUSAttendants

SCENE

A sacred precinct near the shore in Argos. Several statues of the gods can be seen, as well as a large altar. As the play opens, DANAUS, and his fifty daughters, the maidens who compose the CHORUS, enter. Their costumes have an oriental richness about them not characteristic of the strictly Greek. They carry also the wands of suppliants. The CHORUS is singing.

CHORUS

Zeus! Lord and guard of suppliant hands Look down benign on us who crave Thine aid-whom winds and waters draveFrom where, through drifting shifting sands, Pours Nilus to the wave. From where the green land, god-possest, Closes and fronts the Syrian waste, We flee as exiles, yet unbanned By murder›s sentence from our land; But-since Aegyptus had decreed His sons should wed his brother›s seed,- Ourselves we tore from bonds abhorred, From wedlock not of heart but hand, Nor brooked to call a kinsman lord! And Danaus, our sire and guide, The king of counsel, pond›ring well The dice of fortune as they fell, Out of two griefs the kindlier chose, And bade us fly, with him beside, Heedless what winds or waves arose, And o›er the wide sea waters haste, Until to Argos› shore at last Our wandering pinnace came- Argos, the immemorial home Of her from whom we boast to come- Io, the ox-horned maiden, whom, After long wandering, woe, and scathe, Zeus with a touch, a mystic breath, Made mother of our name. Therefore, of all the lands of earth, On this most gladly step we forth, And in our hands aloft we bear- Sole weapon for a suppliant›s wear- The olive-shoot, with wool enwound! City, and land, and waters wan Of Inachus, and gods most high, And ye who, deep beneath the ground, Bring vengeance weird on mortal man, Powers of the grave, on you we cry! And unto Zeus the Saviour, guard Of mortals› holy purity! Receive ye us-keep watch and ward Above the suppliant maiden band! Chaste be the heart of this your land Towards the weak! but, ere the throng, The wanton swarm, from Egypt sprung, Leap forth upon the silted shore, Thrust back their swift-rowed bark again, Repel them, urge them to the main! And there, ‹mid storm and lightning›s shine, And scudding drift and thunder›s roar, Deep death be theirs, in stormy brine! Before they foully grasp and win Us, maiden-children of their kin, And climb the couch by law denied, And wrong each weak reluctant bride. strophe 1And now on her I call, Mine ancestress, who far on Egypt’s shore A young cow’s semblance wore,- A maiden once, by Hera’s malice changed! And then on him withal, Who, as amid the flowers the grazing creature ranged, Was in her by a breath of Zeus conceived; And, as the hour of birth drew nigh, By fate fulfilled, unto the light he came;- And Epaphus for name, Born from the touch of Zeus, the child received antistrophe 1On him, on him I cry, And him for patron hold- While in this grassy vale I stand, Where lo roamed of old! And here, recounting all her toil and pain, Signs will I show to those who rule the land That I am child of hers; and all shall understand, Hearing the doubtful tale of the dim past made plain. strophe 2And, ere the end shall be, Each man the truth of what I tell shall see. And if there dwell hard by One skilled to read from bird-notes augury, That man, when through his ears shall thrill our tearful wail, Shall deem he hears the voice, the plaintive tale Of her, the piteous spouse of Tereus, lord of guile- Whom the hawk harries yet, the mourning nightingale. antistrophe 2She, from her happy home and fair streams scared away, Wails wild and sad for haunts beloved erewhile. Yea, and for Itylus-ah, well-a-day! Slain by her own, his mother’s hand, Maddened by lustful wrong, the deed by Tereus planned! strophe 3Like her I wail and wail, in soft lonian tones, And as she wastes, even so Wastes my soft cheek, once ripe with Nilus’ suns, And all my heart dissolves in utter woe. Sad flowers of grief I cull, Fleeing from kinsmen’s love unmerciful- Yea, from the clutching hands, the wanton crowd, I sped across the waves, from Egypt’s land of cloud. antistrophe 3Gods of the ancient cradle of my race, Hear me, just gods! With righteous grace On me, on me look down! Grant not to youth its heart’s unchaste desire, But, swiftly spurning lust’s unholy fire, Bless only love and willing wedlock’s crown! The war-worn fliers from the battle’s wrack Find refuge at the hallowed altar-side, The sanctuary divine,- Ye gods! such refuge unto me provide- Such sanctuary be mine! strophe 4Though the deep will of Zeus be hard to track, Yet doth it flame and glance, A beacon in the dark, ‘mid clouds of chance That wrap mankind. antistrophe 4Yea, though the counsel fall, undone it shall not lie, Whate’er be shaped and fixed within Zeus’ ruling mind- Dark as a solemn grove, with sombre leafage shaded, His paths of purpose wind, A marvel to man’s eye. strophe 5