Delphi Complete Works of Sophocles

by Sophocles

  The Complete Works of

  SOPHOCLES

  (497/6-406/5 BC)

  Contents

  The Translations

  AJAX

  ANTIGONE

  THE WOMEN OF TRACHIS

  OEDIPUS THE KING

  PHILOCTETES

  ELECTRA

  OEDIPUS AT COLONUS

  FRAGMENTS

  The Greek Texts

  LIST OF GREEK TEXTS

  The Biographies

  INTRODUCTION TO SOPHOCLES by F. Storr

  SOPHOCLES by T. W. Lumb

  © Delphi Classics 2013

  Version 1

  The Complete Works of

  SOPHOCLES

  By Delphi Classics, 2013

  The Translations

  Kolonos, a northern district of Athens — Sophocles’ birthplace

  A reconstruction of ancient Athens

  Another reconstruction of the ancient city, as seen from the Pnyx

  AJAX

  Translated by Lewis Campbell

  Regarded by most scholars as an early work, from 450-430 BC, this tragedy chronicles the fate of the warrior Ajax after the events of Homer’s Iliad, but before the end of the Trojan War. At the onset of the play, Ajax is enraged when Achilles’ armour was awarded to Odysseus instead of to him and so he vows to kill the Greek leaders that have disgraced him. Before he can enact his revenge, he is deceived by the goddess Athena into believing that the sheep and cattle that were taken by the Achaeans as spoil are the Greek leaders. He slaughters some of them and takes the others back to his home to torture, including a ram which he believes to be his main rival, Odysseus.

  When Ajax realises what he has done, he suffers great agony over his actions, believing the other Greek warriors are laughing at him and so contemplates ending his life due to his shame. His concubine, Tecmessa, pleads for him not to leave her and her child unprotected. Ajax then gives his son, Eurysakes, his shield. He leaves the house saying that he is going out to purify himself and bury the sword given to him by Hector. Teukros, Ajax’s brother, arrives in the Greek camp and is taunted by his fellow soldiers. Kalchas warns that Ajax should not be allowed to leave his tent until the end of the day or he will die. Teukros sends a messenger to Ajax’s campsite with word of Kalchas’ prophesy. Tecmessa and soldiers try to track him down, but are too late. Ajax had indeed buried the sword, but has left the blade sticking out of the ground and has impaled himself upon it.

  The last part of the drama revolves around the dispute over what to do with Ajax’s body. Ajax’s half brother Teukros intends on burying him despite the demands of Menelaus and Agamemnon that the corpse is not to be buried. Odysseus, although previously Ajax’s enemy, steps in and persuades them to allow Ajax a proper funeral by pointing out that even one’s enemies deserve respect in death, if they were noble.

  An Athenian vase depicting Odysseus and Ajax

  CONTENTS

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE

  ARGUMENT

  AJAX

  An ancient depiction of the suicide of Ajax

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE

  ATHENA.

  ODYSSEUS.

  AIAS, the son of Telamon.

  CHORUS of Salaminian Mariners.

  TECMESSA.

  A Messenger.

  TEUCER, half brother of Aias.

  MENELAUS.

  AGAMEMNON.

  EURYSAKÈS, the child of Aias and Tecmessa, appears, but does not speak.

  SCENE. Before the encampment of Aias on the shore of the Troad. Afterwards a lonely place beyond Rhoeteum.

  Time, towards the end of the Trojan War.

  ARGUMENT

  ‘A wounded spirit who can bear?’

  After the death of Achilles, the armour made for him by Hephaestus was to be given to the worthiest of the surviving Greeks. Although Aias was the most valiant, the judges made the award to Odysseus, because he was the wisest.

  Aias in his rage attempts to kill the generals; but Athena sends madness upon him, and he makes a raid upon the flocks and herds of the army, imagining the bulls and rams to be the Argive chiefs. On awakening from his delusion, he finds that he has fallen irrecoverably from honour and from the favour of the Greeks. He also imagines that the anger of Athena is unappeasable. Under this impression he eludes the loving eyes of his captive-bride Tecmessa, and of his Salaminian comrades, and falls on his sword. (‘The soul and body rive not more in parting Than greatness going off.’)

  But it is revealed through the prophet Calchas, that the wrath of Athena will last only for a day; and on the return of Teucer, Aias receives an honoured funeral, the tyrannical reclamations of the two sons of Atreus being overcome by the firm fidelity of Teucer and the magnanimity of Odysseus, who has been inspired for this purpose by Athena.

  AJAX

  ATHENA (above). ODYSSEUS.

  ATHENA. Oft have I seen thee, Laërtiades,

  Intent on some surprisal of thy foes;

  As now I find thee by the seaward camp,

  Where Aias holds the last place in your line,

  Lingering in quest, and scanning the fresh print

  Of his late footsteps, to be certified

  If he keep house or no. Right well thy sense

  Hath led thee forth, like some keen hound of Sparta!

  The man is even but now come home, his head

  And slaughterous hands reeking with ardent toil.

  Thou, then, no longer strain thy gaze within

  Yon gateway, but declare what eager chase

  Thou followest, that a god may give thee light.

  ODYSSEUS. Athena, ’tis thy voice! Dearest in heaven,

  How well discerned and welcome to my soul

  From that dim distance doth thine utterance fly

  In tones as of Tyrrhenian trumpet clang!

  Rightly hast thou divined mine errand here,

  Beating this ground for Aias of the shield,

  The lion-quarry whom I track to day.

  For he hath wrought on us to night a deed

  Past thought — if he be doer of this thing;

  We drift in ignorant doubt, unsatisfied —

  And I unbidden have bound me to this toil.

  Brief time hath flown since suddenly we knew

  That all our gathered spoil was reaved and slaughtered,

  Flocks, herds, and herdmen, by some human hand,

  All tongues, then, lay this deed at Aias’ door.

  And one, a scout who had marked him, all alone,

  With new-fleshed weapon bounding o’er the plain,

  [31-66] Gave me to know it, when immediately

  I darted on the trail, and here in part

  I find some trace to guide me, but in part

  I halt, amazed, and know not where to look.

  Thou com’st full timely. For my venturous course,

  Past or to come, is governed by thy will.

  ATH. I knew thy doubts, Odysseus, and came forth

  Zealous to guard thy perilous hunting-path.

  OD. Dear Queen! and am I labouring to an end?

  ATH. Thou schem’st not idly. This is Aias’ deed.

  OD. What can have roused him to a work so wild?

  ATH. His grievous anger for Achilles’ arms.

  OD. But wherefore on the flock this violent raid?

  ATH. He thought to imbrue his hands with your heart’s blood.

  OD. What? Was this planned against the Argives, then?

  ATH. Planned, and performed, had I kept careless guard.

  OD. What daring spirit, what hardihood, was here!

  ATH. Alone by night in craft he sought your tents.

  OD. How? Came he near them? Won he to his goal? />
  ATH. He stood in darkness at the generals’ gates.

  OD. What then restrained his eager hand from murder?

  ATH. I turned him backward from his baleful joy,

  And overswayed him with blind phantasies,

  To swerve against the flocks and well-watched herd

  Not yet divided from the public booty.

  There plunging in he hewed the horned throng,

  And with him Havoc ranged: while now he thought

  To kill the Atreidae with hot hand, now this

  Now that commander, as the fancy grew.

  I, joining with the tumult of his mind,

  Flung the wild victim on the fatal net.

  Anon, this toil being overpast, he draws

  The living oxen and the panting sheep

  With cords to his home, not as a hornèd prey,

  But as in triumph marshalling his foes:

  Whom now he tortures in their bonds within.

  Come, thou shalt see this madness in clear day,

  [67-100] And tell to the Argives all I show thee here

  Only stand firm and shrink not, I will turn

  His eyes askance, not to distinguish thee,

  Fear nought — Ho! thou that bindest to thy will

  The limbs of those thy captives, come thou forth!

  Aias! advance before thy palace gate!

  OD. My Queen! what dost thou? Never call him forth.

  ATH. Hush, hush! Be not so timorous, but endure.

  OD. Nay, nay! Enough. He is there, and let him bide.

  ATH. What fear you? Dates his valour from to day?

  OD. He was and is my valiant enemy.

  ATH. Then is not laughter sweetest o’er a foe?

  OD. No more! I care not he should pass abroad.

  ATH. You flinch from seeing the madman in full view.

  OD. When sane, I ne’er had flinched before his face.

  ATH. Well, but even now he shall not know thee near.

  OD. How, if his eyes be not transformed or lost?

  ATH. I will confound his sense although he see.

  OD. Well, nothing is too hard for Deity.

  ATH. Stand still and keep thy place without a word.

  OD. I must. Would I were far away from here!

  ATH. Aias! Again I summon thee. Why pay

  So scanty heed to her who fights for thee?

  Enter AIAS with a bloody scourge.

  AIAS. Hail, offspring of the Highest! Pallas, hail!

  Well hast thou stood by me. Triumphal gold

  Shall crown thy temple for this lordly prey.

  ATH. A fair intention! But resolve me this:

  Hast dyed thy falchion deep in Argive blood?

  AI. There is my boast; that charge I’ll ne’er deny.

  ATH. Have Atreus’ sons felt thy victorious might?

  AI. They have. No more they’ll make a scorn of me!

  ATH. I take it, then, they are dead.

  AI. Ay, now they are dead,

  Let them arise and rob me of mine arms!

  [101-133] ATH. Good. Next inform us of Laërtes’ son;

  How stands his fortune? Hast thou let him go?

  AI. The accursed fox! Dost thou inquire of him?

  ATH. Ay, of Odysseus, thy late adversary.

  AI. He sits within, dear lady, to my joy,

  Bound; for I mean him not just yet to die.

  ATH. What fine advantage wouldst thou first achieve?

  AI. First, tie him to a pillar of my hall —

  ATH. Poor wretch! What torment wilt thou wreak on him?

  AI. Then stain his back with scourging till he die.

  ATH. Nay, ’tis too much. Poor caitiff! Not the scourge!

  AI. Pallas, in all things else have thou thy will,

  But none shall wrest Odysseus from this doom.

  ATH. Well, since thou art determined on the deed,

  Spare nought of thine intent: indulge thy hand!

  AI. (waving the bloody scourge.)

  I go! But thou, I charge thee, let thine aid

  Be evermore like valiant as to-day.[Exit

  ATH. The gods are strong, Odysseus. Dost thou see?

  What man than Aias was more provident,

  Or who for timeliest action more approved?

  OD. I know of none. But, though he hates me sore,

  I pity him, poor mortal, thus chained fast

  To a wild and cruel fate, — weighing not so much

  His fortune as mine own. For now I feel

  All we who live are but an empty show

  And idle pageant of a shadowy dream.

  ATH. Then, warned by what thou seest, be thou not rash

  To vaunt high words toward Heaven, nor swell thy port

  Too proudly, if in puissance of thy hand

  Thou passest others, or in mines of wealth.

  Since Time abases and uplifts again

  All that is human, and the modest heart

  Is loved by Heaven, who hates the intemperate will.[Exeunt

  [134-156]

  CHORUS (entering).

  Telamonian child, whose hand

  Guards our wave-encircled land,

  Salamis that breasts the sea,

  Good of thine is joy to me;

  But if One who reigns above

  Smite thee, or if murmurs move

  From fierce Danaäns in their hate

  Full of threatening to thy state,

  All my heart for fear doth sigh,

  Shrinking like a dove’s soft eye.

  Hardly had the darkness waned,[Half-Chorus I.

  When our ears were filled and pained

  With huge scandal on thy fame.

  Telling, thine the arm that came

  To the cattle-browsèd mead,

  Wild with prancing of the steed,

  And that ravaged there and slew

  With a sword of fiery hue

  All the spoils that yet remain,

  By the sweat of spearmen ta’en.

  Such report against thy life,[Half-Chorus II.

  Whispered words with falsehood rife,

  Wise Odysseus bringing near

  Shrewdly gaineth many an ear:

  Since invention against thee

  Findeth hearing speedily,

  Tallying with the moment’s birth;

  And with loudly waxing mirth

  Heaping insult on thy grief,

  Each who hears it glories more

  Than the tongue that told before.

  Every slander wins belief

  Aimed at souls whose worth is chief:

  Shot at me, or one so small,

  Such a bolt might harmless fall.

  [157-192] Ever toward the great and high

  Creepeth climbing jealousy

  Yet the low without the tall

  Make at need a tottering wall

  Let the strong the feeble save

  And the mean support the brave.

  CHORUS.

  Ah! ‘twere vain to tune such song

  ‘Mid the nought discerning throng

  Who are clamouring now ‘gainst thee

  Long and loud, and strengthless we,

  Mighty chieftain, thou away,

  To withstand the gathering fray

  Flocking fowl with carping cry

  Seem they, lurking from thine eye,

  Till the royal eagle’s poise

  Overawe the paltry noise

  Till before thy presence hushed

  Sudden sink they, mute and crushed.

  Did bull slaying Artemis, Zeus’ cruel daughterI 1

  (Ah, fearful rumour, fountain of my shame!)

  Prompt thy fond heart to this disastrous slaughter

  Of the full herd stored in our army’s name!

  Say, had her blood stained temple missed the kindness

  Of some vow promised fruit of victory,

  Foiled of some glorious armour through thy blindness,

  Or fell some stag ungraced by gift from
thee?

  Or did stern Ares venge his thankless spear

  Through this night foray that hath cost thee dear!

  For never, if thy heart were not distractedI 2

  By stings from Heaven, O child of Telamon,

  Wouldst thou have bounded leftward, to have acted

  Thus wildly, spoiling all our host hath won!

  Madness might fall some heavenly power forfend it

  But if Odysseus and the tyrant lords

  Suggest a forged tale, O rise to end it,

  Nor fan the fierce flame of their withering words!

  [201-226] Forth from thy tent, and let thine eye confound

  The brood of Sisyphus that would thee wound!

  Too long hast thou been fixed in grim repose,III

  Heightening the haughty malice of thy foes,

  That, while thou porest by the sullen sea,

  Through breezy glades advanceth fearlessly,

  A mounting blaze with crackling laughter fed

  From myriad throats; whence pain and sorrow bred

  Within my bosom are establishèd.

  Enter TECMESSA.

  TECMESSA. Helpers of Aias’ vessel’s speed,

  Erechtheus’ earth-derivèd seed,

  Sorrows are ours who truly care

  For the house of Telamon afar.

  The dread, the grand, the rugged form

  Of him we know,

  Is stricken with a troublous storm;

  Our Aias’ glory droopeth low.

  CHORUS. What burden through the darkness fell

  Where still at eventide ’twas well?

  Phrygian Teleutas’ daughter, say;

  Since Aias, foremost in the fray,

  Disdaining not the spear-won bride,

  Still holds thee nearest at his side,

  And thou may’st solve our doubts aright.

  TEC. How shall I speak the dreadful word?

  How shall ye live when ye have heard?

  Madness hath seized our lord by night

  And blasted him with hopeless blight.

  Such horrid victims mightst thou see

  Huddled beneath yon canopy,

  Torn by red hands and dyed in blood,

  Dread offerings to his direful mood.

  CH. What news of our fierce lord thy story showeth,1

  Sharp to endure, impossible to fly!

  News that on tongues of Danaäns hourly groweth,

  Which Rumour’s myriad voices multiply!