the choephori-第3章
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Now by thy side be strength and right； and Zeus
Saviour almighty； stand to aid the twain！
ORESTES
Zeus； Zeus！ look down on our estate and us；
The orphaned brood of him； our eagle…sire；
Whom to his death a fearful serpent brought；
Enwinding him in coils； and we； bereft
And foodless； sink with famine； all too weak
To bear unto the eyrie； as he bore；
Such quarry as he slew。 Lo！ I and she；
Electra； stand before thee； fatherless；
And each alike cast out and homeless made。
ELECTRA
And if thou leave to death the brood of him
Whose altar blazed for thee； whose reverence
Was thine； all thine；…whence； in the after years；
Shall any hand like his adorn thy shrine
With sacrifice of flesh？ the eaglets slain；
Thou wouldst not have a messenger to bear
Thine omens； once so clear； to mortal men；
So； if this kingly stock be withered all；
None on high festivals will fend thy shrine。
Stoop thou to raise us！ strong the race shall grow；
Though puny now it seem； and fallen low。
LEADER
O children； saviours of your father's home；
Beware ye of your words； lest one should hear
And bear them； for the tongue hath lust to tell；
Unto our masters…whom God grant to me
In pitchy reek of fun'ral flame to seel
ORESTES
Nay； mighty is Apollo's oracle
And shall not fail me； whom it bade to pass
Thro' all this peril； clear the voice rang out
With many warnings； sternly threatening
To my hot heart the wintry chill of pain；
Unless upon the slayers of my sire
I pressed for vengeance： this the god's command…
That I； in ire for home and wealth despoiled；
Should with a craft like theirs the slayers slay：
Else with my very life I should atone
This deed undone； in many a ghastly wise。
For he proclaimed unto the ears of men
That offerings； poured to angry powers of death；
Exude again； unless their will be done；
As grim disease on those that poured them forth…
As leprous ulcers mounting on the flesh
And with fell fangs corroding what of old
Wore natural form； and on the brow arise
White poisoned hairs； the crown of this disease。
He spake moreover of assailing fiends
Empowered to quit on me my father's blood；
Wreaking their wrath on me； what time in night
Beneath shut lids the spirit's eye sees clear。
The dart that flies in darkness； sped from hell
By spirits of the murdered dead who call
Unto their kin for vengeance； formless fear；
The night…tide's visitant； and madness' curse
Should drive and rack me； and my tortured frame
Should be chased forth from man's community
As with the brazen scorpions of the scourge。
For me and such as me no lustral bowl
Should stand； no spilth of wine be poured to God
For me； and wrath unseen of my dead sire
Should drive me from the shrine； no man should dare
To take me to his hearth； nor dwell with me：
Slow； friendless； cursed of all should be mine end；
And pitiless horror wind me for the grave。
This spake the god…this dare I disobey？
Yea； though I dared； the deed must yet be done；
For to that end diverse desires combine；…
The god's behest； deep grief for him who died；
And last； the grievous blank of wealth despoiled…
All these weigh on me； urge that Argive men；
Minions of valour； who with soul of fire
Did make of fenced Troy a ruinous heap；
Be not left slaves to two and each a woman！
For he； the man； wears woman's heart； if not；
Soon shall he know； confronted by a man。
（ORESTES； ELECTRA； and the CHORUS gather round the tomb of
Agamemnon。 The following lines are chanted responsively。）
CHORUS
Mighty Fates； on you we call！
Bid the will of Zeus ordain
Power to those； to whom again
Justice turns with hand and aid！
Grievous was the prayer one made
Grievous let the answer fall！
Where the mighty doom is set；
Justice claims aloud her debt。
Who in blood hath dipped the steel；
Deep in blood her meed shall feel
List an immemorial word…
Whosoe'er shall take the sword
Shall perish by the sword。
ORESTES
Father； unblest in death； O father mine！
What breath of word or deed
Can I waft on thee from this far confine
Unto thy lowly bed；…
Waft upon thee； in midst of darkness lying；
Hope's counter…gleam of fire？
Yet the loud dirge of praise brings grace undying
Unto each parted sire。
CHORUS
O child； the spirit of the dead；
Altho' upon his flesh have fed
The grim teeth of the flame；
Is quelled not； after many days
The sting of wrath his soul shall raise；
A vengeance to reclaim！
To the dead rings loud our cry…
Plain the living's treachery…
Swelling； shrilling； urged on high；
The vengeful dirge； for parents slain；
Shall strive and shall attain。
ELECTRA
Hear me too； even me； O father； hear！
Not by one child alone these groans； these tears are shed
Upon thy sepulchre。
Each； each； where thou art lowly laid；
Stands； a suppliant； homeless made：
Ah； and all is full of ill；
Comfort is there none to say！
Strive and wrestle as we may；
Still stands doom invincible。
CHORUS
Nay； if so he will； the god
Still our tears to joy can turn。
He can bid a triumph…ode
Drown the dirge beside this urn；
He to kingly halls can greet
The child restored； the homeward…guided feet。
ORESTES
Ah my father！ hadst thou lain
Under Ilion's wall；
By some Lycian spearman slain；
Thou hadst left in this thine hall
Honour； thou hadst wrought for us
Fame and life most glorious。
Over…seas if thou hadst died；
Heavily had stood thy tomb；
Heaped on high； but； quenched in pride；
Grief were light unto thy home。
CHORUS
Loved and honoured hadst thou lain
By the dead that nobly fell；
In the under…world again；
Where are throned the kings of hell；
Full of sway； adorable
Thou hadst stood at their right hand…
Thou that wert； in mortal land；
By Fate's ordinance and law；
King of kings who bear the crown
And the staff； to which in awe
Mortal men bow down。
ELECTRA
Nay； O father； I were fain
Other fate had fallen on thee。
Ill it were if thou hadst lain
One among the common slain；
Fallen by Scamander's side…
Those who slew thee there should be！
Then； untouched by slavery；
We had heard as from afar
Deaths of those who should have died
'Mid the chance of war。
CHORUS
O child； forbear！ things all too high thou sayest。
Easy； but vain； thy cry！
A boon above all gold is that thou prayest；
An unreached destiny；
As of the blessed land that far aloof
Beyond the north wind lies；
Yet doth your double prayer ring loud reproof；
A double scourge of sighs
Awakes the dead； th' avengers rise； though late；
Blood stains the guilty pride
Of the accursed who rule on earth； and Fate
Stands on the children's side。
ELECTRA
That hath sped thro' mine ear； like a shaft from a bow！
Zeus； Zeus！ it is thou who dost send from below
A doom on the desperate ere long
On a mother a father
