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The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I.

HIPPOLYTUS.

Project Gutenberg EPUB3 edition Euripides and Buckley, Theodore Alois
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CHOR. Love, love, O thou that instillest desire through the eyes, inspiring sweet affection in the souls of those against whom thou makest war, mayst thou never appear to me to my injury, nor come unmodulated: for neither is the blast of fire nor the bolt of heaven more vehement, than that of Venus, which Love, the boy of Jove, sends from his hands. In vain, in vain, both by the Alpheus, and at the Pythian temples of Phœbus does Greece then solemnize the slaughter of bulls: but Love, the tyrant of men, porter of the dearest chambers of Venus, we worship not, the destroyer and visitant of men in all shapes of calamity, when he comes. That virgin in Œchalia, yoked to no bridal bed, till then unwedded, and who knew no husband, having taken from her home a wanderer impelled by the oar, her, like some Bacchanal of Pluto, with blood, with smoke, and murderous hymeneals did Venus give to the son of Alcmena. O unhappy woman, because of her nuptials! O sacred wall of Thebes, O mouth of Dirce, you can assist me in telling, in what manner Venus comes: for by the forked lightning, by a cruel fate, did she put to eternal sleep the parent of the Jove-begotten Bacchus, when she was visited as a bride. For dreadful doth she breathe on all things, and like some bee hovers about.
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PHÆ. Women, be silent: I am undone.
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CHOR. What is there that affrights thee, Phædra, in thine house?
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PHÆ. Be silent, that I may make out the voice of those within.
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CHOR. I am silent: this however is an evil bodement.
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PHÆ. Alas me! O! O! O! oh unhappy me, because of my sufferings!
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CHOR. What sound dost thou utter? what word speakest thou? tell me what report frightens thee, lady, rushing upon thy senses!
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PHÆ. We are undone. Do you, standing at these gates, hear what the noise is that strikes on the house?
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CHOR. Thou art by the gate, the noise that is sent forth from the house is thy care. But tell me, tell me, what evil, I pray thee, came to thine ears?
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PHÆ. The son of the warlike Amazon, Hippolytus, cries out, abusing in dreadful forms my attendant.
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CHOR. I hear indeed a noise, but can not plainly tell how it is. The voice came, it came through to the door.
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PHÆ. But hark! he calls her plainly the pander of wickedness, the betrayer of her master's bed.
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CHOR. Alas me for thy miseries! Thou art betrayed, dear mistress. What shall I counsel thee? for hidden things are come to light, and thou art utterly destroyed——
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CHOR. Betrayed by thy friends.
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PHÆ. She hath destroyed me by speaking of my unhappy state, kindly but not honorably endeavoring to heal this disease.
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CHOR. How then? what wilt thou do, O thou that hast suffered things incurable?
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PHÆ. I know not, save one thing; to die as soon as possible is the only cure of my present sufferings.
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HIPPOLYTUS, PHÆDRA, NURSE, CHORUS.
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HIPP. O mother earth, and ye disclosing rays of the sun, of what words have I heard the dreadful sound!
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NUR. Be silent, my son, before any one hears thy voice.
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HIPP. It is not possible for me to be silent, when I have heard such dreadful things.
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NUR. Nay, I implore thee by thy beauteous hand.
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HIPP. Wilt not desist from bringing thy hand near me, and from touching my garments?
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NUR. O! by thy knees, I implore thee, do not utterly destroy me.
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HIPP. But wherefore this? since, thou sayest, thou hast spoken nothing evil.
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NUR. This word, my son, is by no means to be divulged.
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HIPP. It is more fair to speak fair things to many.
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NUR. O my child, by no means dishonor your oath.
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HIPP. My tongue hath sworn—my mind is still unsworn.[17]
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NUR. O my son, what wilt thou do? wilt thou destroy thy friends?
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HIPP. Friends! I reject the word: no unjust person is my friend.
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NUR. Pardon, my child: that men should err is but to be expected.
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HIPP. O Jove, wherefore in the name of heaven didst thou place in the light of the sun that specious[18] evil to men, women? for if thou didst will to propagate the race of mortals, there was no necessity for this to be done by women, but men might, having placed an equivalent in thy temples, either in brass, or iron, or the weighty gold, buy a race of children, each for the consideration of the value paid, and thus might dwell in unmolested houses, without females. But now, first of all, when we prepare to bring this evil to our homes, we squander away the wealth of our houses. By this too it is evident, that woman is a great evil; for the father, who begat her and brought her up, having given her a dowry sends her away in order to be rid of the evil. But the husband, on the other hand, when he has received the baneful evil[19] into his house, rejoices, having added a beautiful decoration to a most vile image, and tricks her out with robes, unhappy man, while he has been insensibly minishing the wealth of the family. But he is constrained; so that having made alliance with noble kinsmen, he retains with [seeming] joy a marriage bitter to him: or if he has received a good bride, but worthless parents in law, he suppresses the evil that has befallen him by the consideration of the good. But his state is the easiest, whose wife is settled in his house, a cipher, but useless by reason of simplicity. But a wise woman I detest: may there not be in my house at least a woman more highly gifted with mind than woman ought to be.
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For Venus engenders mischief rather among clever women, but a woman who is not endowed with capacity, by reason of her small understanding, is removed from folly. But it is right that an attendant should have no access to a woman, but with them ought to dwell the speechless brute beasts, in which case they would be able neither to address any one, nor from them to receive a voice in return. But now, they that are evil follow after their evil devices within, and the servants carry it forth abroad. As thou also hast, O evil woman, come to the purpose of admitting me to share a bed which must not be approached—a father's. Which impious things I will wash out with flowing stream, pouring it into my ears: how then could I be the vile one, who do not even deem myself pure, because I have heard such things?—But be well assured, my piety protects thee, woman, for, had I not been taken unawares by the oaths of the Gods, never would I have refrained from telling these things to my father. But now will I depart from the house, and stay during the time that Theseus is absent from the land, and will keep my mouth silent; but I will see, returning with my father's return, how you will look at him, both you and your mistress. But your boldness I shall know, having before had proof of it. May you perish: but never shall I take my fill of hating women, not even if any one assert, that I am always saying this. For in some way or other they surely are always bad. Either then let some one teach them to be modest, or else let him suffer me ever to utter my invectives against them.
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CHOR. Oh unhappy ill-fated fortune of women! what art now or what words have we, having failed as we have, to extricate the knot caused by [these] words?
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PHÆ. We have met a just reward; O earth, and light, in what manner, I pray, can I escape from my fortunes? and how, my friends, can I conceal my calamity? Who of the Gods will appear my succorer, or what mortal my ally, or my fellow-worker in unjust works? for the suffering of my life that is at present on me comes hardly to be escaped.[20] I am the most ill-fated of women.
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CHOR. Alas! alas! we are undone, lady, and the arts of thy attendant have not succeeded, and it fares ill with us.
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PHÆ. O thou most vile, and the destruction of thy friends, what hast thou done to me! May Jove, my ancestor, tear thee up by the roots, having stricken thee by his fire. Did not I tell thee (did not I foresee thy intention?) to be silent with regard to those things with which I am now tormented? but thou couldst not refrain; wherefore I can no longer die with glory: but I must now in sooth employ new measures. For he, now that his mind is made keen with rage, will tell, to my detriment, thy errors to his father, and will fill the whole earth with the most vile reports. Mayst thou perish, both thou and whoever else is forward to assist friends against their will otherwise than by honorable means.

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The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I., Project Gutenberg eBook #15081

THE ARGUMENT. NOTES ON HIPPOLYTUS