Aeschylus · Eumenides Εὐμενίδες

Aeschylus, Eumenides 179–234: Apollo drives the Furies out of his temple

Apollo orders the Furies out of his shrine, saying that no god loves such creatures as they are, and that they belong where punishment is given. They answer that he alone is guilty of Orestes' deed, since he told him to kill his mother, and that they will never leave their prey. Apollo says that he will protect his suppliant, and that Athena will judge the case.

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Ἀπόλλων 179ἔξω, κελεύω, τῶνδε δωμάτων τάχος 180χωρεῖτʼ, ἀπαλλάσσεσθε μαντικῶν μυχῶν, μὴ καὶ λαβοῦσα πτηνὸν ἀργηστὴν ὄφιν, χρυσηλάτου θώμιγγος ἐξορμώμενον, ἀνῇς ὑπʼ ἄλγους μέλανʼ ἀπʼ ἀνθρώπων ἀφρόν, ἐμοῦσα θρόμβους οὓς ἀφείλκυσας φόνου. 185οὔτοι δόμοισι τοῖσδε χρίμπτεσθαι πρέπει· ἀλλʼ οὗ καρανιστῆρες ὀφθαλμωρύχοι δίκαι σφαγαί τε σπέρματός τʼ ἀποφθορᾷ παίδων κακοῦται χλοῦνις, ἠδʼ ἀκρωνία, λευσμός τε, καὶ μύζουσιν οἰκτισμὸν πολὺν 190ὑπὸ ῥάχιν παγέντες. ἆρʼ ἀκούετε οἵας ἑορτῆς ἔστʼ ἀπόπτυστοι θεοῖς στέργηθρʼ ἔχουσαι; πᾶς δʼ ὑφηγεῖται τρόπος μορφῆς. λέοντος ἄντρον αἱματορρόφου οἰκεῖν τοιαύτας εἰκός, οὐ χρηστηρίοις 195ἐν τοῖσδε πλησίοισι τρίβεσθαι μύσος. χωρεῖτʼ ἄνευ βοτῆρος αἰπολούμεναι. ποίμνης τοιαύτης δʼ οὔτις εὐφιλὴς θεῶν. Χορός ἄναξ Ἄπολλον, ἀντάκουσον ἐν μέρει. αὐτὸς σὺ τούτων οὐ μεταίτιος πέλῃ, 200ἀλλʼ εἷς τὸ πᾶν ἔπραξας ὢν παναίτιος. Ἀπόλλων πῶς δή; τοσοῦτο μῆκος ἔκτεινον λόγου. Χορός ἔχρησας ὥστε τὸν ξένον μητροκτονεῖν. Ἀπόλλων ἔχρησα ποινὰς τοῦ πατρὸς πρᾶξαι. τί μήν ; Χορός κἄπειθʼ ὑπέστης αἵματος δέκτωρ νέου. Ἀπόλλων 205καὶ προστραπέσθαι τούσδʼ ἐπέστελλον δόμους. Χορός καὶ τὰς προπομποὺς δῆτα τάσδε λοιδορεῖς; Ἀπόλλων οὐ γὰρ δόμοισι τοῖσδε πρόσφορον μολεῖν. Χορός ἀλλʼ ἔστιν ἡμῖν τοῦτο προστεταγμένον. Ἀπόλλων τίς ἥδε τιμή; κόμπασον γέρας καλόν. Χορός 210τοὺς μητραλοίας ἐκ δόμων ἐλαύνομεν. Ἀπόλλων τί γὰρ γυναικὸς ἥτις ἄνδρα νοσφίσῃ; Χορός οὐκ ἂν γένοιθʼ ὅμαιμος αὐθέντης φόνος.

Apollo Out, I order you! Go away from this house at once, leave my prophetic sanctuary, so that you may not be struck by a winged glistening snake shot forth from a golden bow-string, and painfully release black foam, vomiting the clots of blood you have drained from mortals. It is not right for you to approach this house; no, your place is where the punishments are beheading, gouging out of eyes, cutting of throats, and where young men’s virility is ruined by destruction of seed; where there is mutilation and stoning, and where those who are impaled beneath their spine moan long and piteously. Do you hear what sort of feast is your delight? You are detested by the gods for it. The whole fashion of your form sets it forth. Creatures like you should live in the den of a blood-drinking lion, and not inflict pollution on all near you in this oracular shrine. Be gone, you goats without a herdsman! No god loves such a flock.

Chorus Lord Apollo, hear our reply in turn. You yourself are not partially guilty of this deed; you alone have done it all, and are wholly guilty.

Apollo What do you mean? Draw out the length of your speech this much.

Chorus Through your oracle, you directed the stranger to kill his mother.

Apollo Through my oracle, I directed him to exact vengeance for his father. What of it?

Chorus And then you agreed to take the fresh blood on yourself.

Apollo And I ordered him to turn for expiation to this house.

Chorus And do you then rebuke us, the ones who escorted him here?

Apollo Yes, for you are not fit to approach this house.

Chorus But this has been assigned to us—

Apollo What is this office of yours? Boast of your fine privilege!

Chorus We drive matricides from their homes.

Apollo But what about a wife who kills her husband?

Chorus That would not be murder of a relative by blood.

Ἀπόλλων 213ἦ κάρτʼ ἄτιμα καὶ παρʼ οὐδὲν εἰργάσω Ἥρας τελείας καὶ Διὸς πιστώματα. 215Κύπρις δʼ ἄτιμος τῷδʼ ἀπέρριπται λόγῳ, ὅθεν βροτοῖσι γίγνεται τὰ φίλτατα. εὐνὴ γὰρ ἀνδρὶ καὶ γυναικὶ μόρσιμος ὅρκου ʼστὶ μείζων τῇ δίκῃ φρουρουμένη. εἰ τοῖσιν οὖν κτείνουσιν ἀλλήλους χαλᾷς 220τὸ μὴ τίνεσθαι μηδʼ ἐποπτεύειν κότῳ, οὔ φημʼ Ὀρέστην σʼ ἐνδίκως ἀνδρηλατεῖν. τὰ μὲν γὰρ οἶδα κάρτα σʼ ἐνθυμουμένην, τὰ δʼ ἐμφανῶς πράσσουσαν ἡσυχαιτέραν. δίκας δὲ Παλλὰς τῶνδʼ ἐποπτεύσει θεά. Χορός 225τὸν ἄνδρʼ ἐκεῖνον οὔ τι μὴ λίπω ποτέ. Ἀπόλλων σὺ δʼ οὖν δίωκε καὶ πόνον πλείω τίθου. Χορός τιμὰς σὺ μὴ σύντεμνε τὰς ἐμὰς λόγῳ. Ἀπόλλων οὐδʼ ἂν δεχοίμην ὥστʼ ἔχειν τιμὰς σέθεν. Χορός μέγας γὰρ ἔμπας πὰρ Διὸς θρόνοις λέγῃ. 230ἐγὼ δʼ, ἄγει γὰρ αἷμα μητρῷον, δίκας μέτειμι τόνδε φῶτα κἀκκυνηγετῶ. Ἀπόλλων ἐγὼ δʼ ἀρήξω τὸν ἱκέτην τε ῥύσομαι· δεινὴ γὰρ ἐν βροτοῖσι κἀν θεοῖς πέλει τοῦ προστροπαίου μῆνις, εἰ προδῶ σφʼ ἑκών.

Apollo Then truly you dishonor and bring to nothing the pledges of Hera, the Fulfiller, and Zeus. Cypris too is cast aside, dishonored by this argument, and from her come the dearest things for mortals. For marriage ordained by fate for a man and a woman is greater than an oath and guarded by Justice. If, then, one should kill the other and you are so lenient as not to punish or visit them with anger, I claim that you unjustly banish Orestes from his home. For I see you taking the one cause very much to heart, but clearly acting more leniently about the other. But the goddess Pallas will oversee the pleadings in this case.

Chorus I will never, never leave that man!

Apollo Pursue him then and get more trouble for yourself.

Chorus Do not cut short my privileges by your words.

Apollo I would not take your privileges as a gift.

Chorus No, for in any case you are called great at the throne of Zeus. But as for me—since a mother’s blood leads me, I will pursue my case against this man and I will hunt him down.

Apollo And I will aid my suppliant and rescue him! For the wrath of the one who seeks purification is terrible among mortals and gods, if I intentionally abandon him.

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English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth (modernised by Perseus) (1926). Original text: Greek text: Herbert Weir Smyth (ed. and trans.), Aeschylus, Loeb Classical Library, London: William Heinemann, 1926, as digitised by Perseus. English: Herbert Weir Smyth, Aeschylus, Loeb Classical Library, London: William Heinemann, 1926 (Perseus's modernised version of Smyth's prose translation).

Greek text and translation from the Perseus Digital Library, Tufts University, CC BY-SA 4.0 (Perseus Digital Library); translation public domain. Introductions, summaries and notes © GreekMythology.com.