the seven against thebes-第4章
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For ravin： lo； the legend； wrought in words；
Fire for the city bring I； flares in gold！
Against such wight； send forth…yet whom？ what man
Will front that vaunting figure and not fear？
ETEOCLES
Aha； this profits also； gain on gain！
In sooth； for mortals； the tongue's utterance
Bewrays unerringly a foolish pride！
Hither stalks Capaneus； with vaunt and threat
Defying god…like powers； equipt to act；
And； mortal though he be； he strains his tongue
In folly's ecstasy； and casts aloft
High swelling words against the ears of Zeus。
Right well I trust…if justice grants the word…
That； by the might of Zeus； a bolt of flame
In more than semblance shall descend on him。
Against his vaunts； though reckless； I have set；
To make assurance sure； a warrior stern…
Strong Polyphontes； fervid for the fray；…
A sturdy bulwark； he； by grace of Heaven
And favour of his champion Artemis！
Say on； who holdeth the next gate in ward？
（POLYPHONTES goes out。）
CHORUS （chanting）
Perish the wretch whose vaunt affronts our home！
On him the red bolt come；
Ere to the maiden bowers his way he cleave；
To ravage and bereave！
THE SPY
I will say on。 Eteoclus is third…
To him it fell； what time the third lot sprang
O'er the inverted helmet's brazen rim；
To dash his stormers on Neistae gate。
He wheels his mares； who at their frontlets chafe
And yearn to charge upon the gates amain。
They snort the breath of pride； and； filled therewith；
Their nozzles whistle with barbaric sound。
High too and haughty is his shield's device…
An armed man who climbs； from rung to rung；
A scaling ladder； up a hostile wall；
Afire to sack and slay； and he too cries
（By letters； full of sound； upon the shield）
Not Ares' self shall cast me from the wall。
Look to it； send； against this man； a man
Strong to debar the slave's yoke from our town。
ETEOCLES （pointing to MEGAREUS）
Send will I…even this man； with luck to aid…
（MEGAREUS departs as soon as he has been marked out。）
By his worth sent already； not by pride
And vain pretence； is he。 'Tis Megareus；
The child of Creon； of the Earth…sprung born！
He will not shrink from guarding of the gates；
Nor fear the maddened charger's frenzied neigh；
But； if he dies； will nobly quit the score
For nurture to the land that gave him birth；
Or from the shield…side hew two warriors down…
Eteoclus and the figure that he lifts…
Ay； and the city pictured； all in one；
And deck with spoils the temple of his sire！
Announce the next pair； stint not of thy tongue！
CHORUS （chanting）
O thou； the warder of my home；
Grant； unto us； Fate's favouring tide；
Send on the foemen doom！
They fling forth taunts of frenzied pride；
On them may Zeus with glare of vengeance come
THE SPY
Lo； next him stands a fourth and shouts amain；
By Pallas Onca's portal； and displays
A different challenge； 'tis Hippomedon！
Huge the device that starts up from his targe
In high relief； and； I deny it not；
I shuddered； seeing how； upon the rim；
It made a mighty circle round the shield…
No sorry craftsman he； who wrought that work
And clamped it all around the buckler's edge！
The form was Typhon： from his glowing throat
Rolled lurid smoke； spark…litten； kin of fire！
The flattened edge…work； circling round the whole；
Made strong support for coiling snakes that grew
Erect above the concave of the shield：
Loud rang the warrior's voice； inspired for war；
He raves to slay； as doth a Bacchanal；
His very glance a terror！ of such wight
Beware the onset！ closing on the gates；
He peals his vaunting and appalling cry！
ETEOCLES
Yet first our Pallas Onca…wardress she；
Planting her foot hard by her gate…shall stand；
The Maid against the ruffian； and repel
His force； as from her brood the mother…bird
Beats back the wintered serpent's venom'd fang。
And next； by her； is Oenops' gallant son；
Hyperbius； chosen to confront this foe；
Ready to seek his fate at Fortune's shrine！
In form； in valour； and in skill of arms；
None shall gainsay him。 See how wisely well
Hermes hath set the brave against the strong！
Confronted shall they stand； the shield of each
Bearing the image of opposing gods：
One holds aloft his Typhon breathing fire；
But； on the other's shield； in symbol sits
Zeus； calm and strong； and fans his bolt to flame…
Zeus； seen of all； yet seen of none to fail！
Howbeit； weak is trust reposed in Heaven…
Yet are we upon Zeus' victorious side；
The foe； with those he worsted…if in sooth
Zeus against Typhon held the upper hand；
And if Hyperbius （as well may hap
When two such foes such diverse emblems bear）
Have Zeus upon his shield； a saving sign。
（HYPERBIUS goes out。）
CHORUS （chanting）
High faith is mine that he whose shield
Bears； against Zeus； the thing of hate。
The giant Typhon； thus revealed；
A monster loathed of gods eterne
And mortal men…this doom shall earn
A shattered skull； before the gate！
THE SPY
Heaven send it so！ A fifth assailant now
Is set against our fifth； the northern； gate；
Fronting the death…mound where Amphion lies
The child of Zeus。 This foeman vows his faith；
Upon a mystic spear…head which he deems
More holy than a godhead and more sure
To find its mark than any glance of eye；
That； will they； nill they； he will storm and sack
The hold of the Cadmeans。 Such his oath…
His； the bold warrior； yet of childish years；
A bud of beauty's foremost flower； the son
Of Zeus and of the mountain maid。 I mark
How the soft down is waxing on his cheek；
Thick and close…growing in its tender prime…
In name； not mood； is he a maiden's child…
Parthenopaeus； large and bright his eyes
But fierce the wrath wherewith he fronts the gate：
Yet not unheralded he takes his stand
Before the portal； on his brazen shield；
The rounded screen and shelter of his form；
I saw him show the ravening Sphinx； the fiend
That shamed our city…how it glared and moved；
Clamped on the buckler； wrought in high relief！
And in its claws did a Cadmean bear…
Nor heretofore； for any single prey；
Sped she aloft； through such a storm of darts
As now awaits her。 So our foe is here…
Like； as I deem； to ply no stinted trade
In blood and broil； but traffick as is meet
In fierce exchange for his long wayfaring！
ETEOCLES
Ah； may they meet the doom they think to bring…
They and their impious vaunts…from those on high！
So should they sink； hurled down to deepest death！
This foe； at least； by thee Arcadian styled；
Is faced by one who bears no braggart sign；
But his hand sees to smite； where blows avail…
Actor； own brother to Hyperbius！
He will not let a boast without a blow
Stream through our gates and nourish our despair；
Nor give him way who on his hostile shield
Bears the brute image of the loathly Sphinx！
Blocked at the gate； she will rebuke the man
Who strives to thrust her forward； when she feels
Thick crash of blows； up to the city wall。
With Heaven's goodwill； my forecast shall be true。
（ACTOR goes out。）
CHORUS （chanting）
Home to my heart the vaunting goes；
And； quick with terror； on my head
