The Tragedies of Seneca, Nide 1University of Chicago Press, 1907 - 534 sivua |
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Aegisthus Agamemnon Alcides Alcmena Amphitr Amphitryon Andromache arms Astyanax Atreus bear Behold blood breast brother captive choral interlude.-The chorus Clytemnestra Creon crime cruel dark deadly death deed Deianira didst dire dost thou doth dread e'en earth Eurystheus Eurytus fall fate father fear fire flames flee gleaming gods Greeks grief hast hate hath heart heaven Hector Hecuba Hercules Hippolytus husband Hyllus impious Jason Jocasta Jove Juno king land light lord Lycus madness Medea Megara Messenger mighty monsters mother murder Nero night Nurse o'er o'ercome Octavia Oedipus palace Phaedra Phoebus Polybus pray prayers Priam pyre Pyrrhus rage realm royal sacred savage seek Seneca shades shame sire slain slay sons soul stars stream Styx sword tears Thebes thee Theseus thine thou dost throne thy hand Thyestes Tiresias torch trembling Trojan Troy Ulysses unto waves weep wife wouldst wrath wretched
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Sivu 110 - ... destruction reigns, While men do tremble for the very city's doom. CHORUS. Let water quench the fire. MESSENGER. Nay here is added wonder: The copious streams of water feed the deadly flames; And opposition only fans their fiery rage To whiter heat. The very bulwarks feel their power. [MEDEA enters in time to hear that her magic has been successful.] NURSE [to MEDEA].
Sivu 93 - Nor oars in heroes' hands, the ocean taming: The frailest craft now dares the roughest waves. Now, every bound removed, new cities rise In lands remote, their ancient walls removing; While men of Ind by Caspian shores are roving, And Persia's face now greets the western skies. The time will come, as lapsing ages flee, When every land shall yield its hidden treasure; When men no more shall unknown courses measure, For round the world no "farthest land
Sivu 112 - Now, now have I regained my regal state, my sire, My brother! Once again the Colchians hold the spoil Of precious gold! And by the magic of this hour I am a maid once more. O heavenly powers, appeased At length! O festal hour! O nuptial day! On, on! Accomplished is the guilt, but not the recompense. Complete the task while yet thy hands are strong to act! Why dost thou linger still? why dost thou hesitate Upon the threshold of the deed? Thou canst perform it. Now wrath has died within me, and my...
Sivu 113 - The number still is all too small to satisfy My boundless grief. JASON. Then finish what thou hast begun — I ask no more — and grant at least that no delay Prolong my helpless agony. MEDEA. Now hasten not, Relentless passion, but enjoy a slow revenge. This day is in thy hands; its fertile hours employ. JASON. Oh, take my life, thou heartless one. MEDEA. Thou bid'st me pity — Well!
Sivu 100 - ... my service? Must I drop, Like some discarded toy, out of his faithless heart? It shall not be. Up then, and summon all thy strength And all thy skill! And, this the fruit of former crime, Count nothing criminal that works thy will. But lo, We're hedged about; scant room is left for our designs. Now must the attack be made where least suspicion wakes The least resistance. Now Medea, on! and do And dare thine utmost, yea, beyond thine utmost power! [To the NURSE.] Do thou, my faithful nurse, the...
Sivu 86 - ... Joyfully wed the fair Corinthian maiden, While at last her parents' blessings attend thee. Ho then, youths, with licensed jest and rejoicing, Loud let the songs of gladness ring through the city; Rarely against our lords such freedom is given. Fair and noble band of Bacchus, the thyrsus-bearer, Now is the time to light the glittering torches of pinewood. Shake on high the festal fire with languishing fingers; Now let the bold and merry Fescennine laughter and jesting Sound through our ranks....
Sivu 113 - O'ermasters me and fills my heart which fain would grieve. And yet, methinks, the act was almost meaningless, Since Jason saw it not; for naught has been performed If to his grief be added not the woe of sight. JASON (discovering her): Lo, there she stands upon the lofty battlements! Bring torches! fire the house, that she may fall ensnared By those devices she herself hath planned. MEDEA (derisively): Not so, But rather build a lofty pyre for these thy sons; Their funeral rites prepare. Already...
Sivu 90 - ... hard heart. Mine too are Boreas' winged sons, And Leda's heaven-born progeny, and Lynceus, he Whose glance can pierce the distant view — yea, all the Greeks, Save Jason; for I mention not the king of kings, The leader of the leaders; he is mine alone, My labour's recompense; the rest I give to you. Nay, come, O king, arraign me, and rehearse my crimes. But stay! for I'll confess them all. The only crime Of which I stand accused is this — the Argo saved. Suppose my maiden scruples had opposed...
Sivu 113 - tis mine. Myself I give To be the victim. Take my guilty soul for his. MEDEA. 'Tis for thy prayers and tears I draw, not sheathe the sword. Go now, and take thee maids for wives, thou faithless one; Abandon and betray the mother of thy sons. JASON. And yet, I pray thee, let one sacrifice atone. MEDEA. If in the blood of one my passion could be quenched, No vengeance had it sought. Though both my sons I slay, The number still is all too small to satisfy My boundless grief. JASON. Then finish what...
Sivu 113 - At that thought delirious joy O'ermasters me and fills my heart which fain would grieve. And yet, methinks, the act was almost meaningless, Since Jason saw it not; for naught has been performed If to his grief be added not the woe of sight. JASON (discovering her): Lo, there she stands upon the lofty battlements ! Bring torches! Fire the house, that she may fall ensnared By those devices she herself hath planned. MEDEA (derisively): Not so, But rather build a lofty pyre for these thy sons; Their...