Aeschylus · Persians Πέρσαι

Aeschylus, Persians 787–851: Third episode: Darius' warning and farewell

Darius tells the Chorus that the Persians must never again march against the Greeks, since the land itself fights for them and the army still left in Hellas will not return. He foretells the slaughter at Plataea and warns of the pride that brought Xerxes down. He tells them to advise the young king, sends Atossa to fetch fresh clothing for her son, and goes back to his tomb.

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Χορός 787τί οὖν, ἄναξ Δαρεῖε, ποῖ καταστρέφεις λόγων τελευτήν; πῶς ἂν ἐκ τούτων ἔτι πράσσοιμεν ὡς ἄριστα Περσικὸς λεώς; Δαρεῖος 790εἰ μὴ στρατεύοισθʼ ἐς τὸν Ἑλλήνων τόπον, μηδʼ εἰ στράτευμα πλεῖον τὸ Μηδικόν. αὐτὴ γὰρ ἡ γῆ ξύμμαχος κείνοις πέλει. Χορός πῶς τοῦτʼ ἔλεξας, τίνι τρόπῳ δὲ συμμαχεῖ; Δαρεῖος κτείνουσα λιμῷ τοὺς ὑπερπόλλους ἄγαν. Χορός 795ἀλλʼ εὐσταλῆ τοι λεκτὸν ἀροῦμεν στόλον. Δαρεῖος ἀλλʼ οὐδʼ ὁ μείνας νῦν ἐν Ἑλλάδος τόποις στρατὸς κυρήσει νοστίμου σωτηρίας. Χορός πῶς εἶπας; οὐ γὰρ πᾶν στράτευμα βαρβάρων περᾷ τὸν Ἕλλης πορθμὸν Εὐρώπης ἄπο;

Chorus What then, O king Darius? What is the intention of your words? How, after this reverse, may we, the people of Persia, best prosper in time to come?

Darius If you do not take the field against the Hellenes’ land, even if the forces of the Medes outnumber theirs. The land itself is their ally.

Chorus What do you mean? In what way their ally?

Darius It wastes with famine an enemy force which is too large.

Chorus But we will dispatch a force of select and easily managed troops.

Darius Not even the host which now remains in Hellas will be able to return to safety.

Chorus How is that? Will not the whole barbarian army cross from Europe over the Hellespont?

Darius

800παῦροι γε πολλῶν, εἴ τι πιστεῦσαι θεῶν χρὴ θεσφάτοισιν, ἐς τὰ νῦν πεπραγμένα βλέψαντα· συμβαίνει γὰρ οὐ τὰ μέν, τὰ δʼ οὔ. κεἴπερ τάδʼ ἐστί, πλῆθος ἔκκριτον στρατοῦ λείπει κεναῖσιν ἐλπίσιν πεπεισμένος. 805μίμνουσι δʼ ἔνθα πεδίον Ἀσωπὸς ῥοαῖς ἄρδει, φίλον πίασμα Βοιωτῶν χθονί· οὗ σφιν κακῶν ὕψιστʼ ἐπαμμένει παθεῖν, ὕβρεως ἄποινα κἀθέων φρονημάτων· οἳ γῆν μολόντες Ἑλλάδʼ οὐ θεῶν βρέτη 810ᾐδοῦντο συλᾶν οὐδὲ πιμπράναι νεώς· βωμοὶ δʼ ἄιστοι, δαιμόνων θʼ ἱδρύματα πρόρριζα φύρδην ἐξανέστραπται βάθρων. τοιγὰρ κακῶς δράσαντες οὐκ ἐλάσσονα πάσχουσι, τὰ δὲ μέλλουσι, κοὐδέπω κακῶν 815κρηνὶς ἀπέσβηκʼ ἀλλʼ ἔτʼ ἐκπιδύεται. τόσος γὰρ ἔσται πέλανος αἱματοσφαγὴς πρὸς γῇ Πλαταιῶν Δωρίδος λόγχης ὕπο· θῖνες νεκρῶν δὲ καὶ τριτοσπόρῳ γονῇ ἄφωνα σημανοῦσιν ὄμμασιν βροτῶν 820ὡς οὐχ ὑπέρφευ θνητὸν ὄντα χρὴ φρονεῖν. ὕβρις γὰρ ἐξανθοῦσʼ ἐκάρπωσεν στάχυν ἄτης, ὅθεν πάγκλαυτον ἐξαμᾷ θέρος. τοιαῦθʼ ὁρῶντες τῶνδε τἀπιτίμια μέμνησθʼ Ἀθηνῶν Ἑλλάδος τε, μηδέ τις 825ὑπερφρονήσας τὸν παρόντα δαίμονα ἄλλων ἐρασθεὶς ὄλβον ἐκχέῃ μέγαν. Ζεύς τοι κολαστὴς τῶν ὑπερκόμπων ἄγαν φρονημάτων ἔπεστιν, εὔθυνος βαρύς. πρὸς ταῦτʼ ἐκεῖνον, σωφρονεῖν κεχρημένον, 830πινύσκετʼ εὐλόγοισι νουθετήμασιν, λῆξαι θεοβλαβοῦνθʼ ὑπερκόμπῳ θράσει. σὺ δʼ, ὦ γεραιὰ μῆτερ ἡ Ξέρξου φίλη, ἐλθοῦσʼ ἐς οἴκους κόσμον ὅστις εὐπρεπὴς λαβοῦσʼ ὑπαντίαζε παιδί. πάντα γὰρ 835κακῶν ὑπʼ ἄλγους λακίδες ἀμφὶ σώματι στημορραγοῦσι ποικίλων ἐσθημάτων. ἀλλʼ αὐτὸν εὐφρόνως σὺ πράυνον λόγοις· μόνης γάρ, οἶδα, σοῦ κλύων ἀνέξεται. ἐγὼ δʼ ἄπειμι γῆς ὑπὸ ζόφον κάτω. 840ὑμεῖς δέ, πρέσβεις, χαίρετʼ, ἐν κακοῖς ὅμως ψυχῇ διδόντες ἡδονὴν καθʼ ἡμέραν, ὡς τοῖς θανοῦσι πλοῦτος οὐδὲν ὠφελεῖ.

Few indeed out of many, if it is right to put any faith in the oracles of Heaven, with regard to what has just been brought to pass; for they are fulfilled, not just some, while others fail. And if this is truth, it is through persuasion of vain hopes that he is leaving behind a body of picked troops. They are now lingering where the plain is watered by the stream of Asopus which nourishes Boeotia’s fields. Here they will meet their crowning disaster in requital for their presumptuous pride and impious thoughts. For, on reaching the land of Hellas, restrained by no religious awe, they ravaged the images of the gods and set fire to their temples. Altars have been destroyed, statues of the gods have been thrown from their bases in utter ruin and confusion. Therefore, since they wrought such evil, evil they suffer in no less measure; and other evils are still in store: the spring of their woes is not yet quenched, but it still wells forth. For so great will be the mass of clotted gore spilled by the Dorian lance upon Plataean soil that heaps of dead will reveal, even to the third generation, a voiceless record for the eyes of men that mortal man should not vaunt himself excessively. For presumptuous pride, when it has matured, bears as its fruit a crop of calamity, from which it reaps an abundant harvest of tears. Bear in mind that such are the penalties for deeds like these, and hold Athens and Hellas in your memory. Let no one of you, through disdain of present fortune and lust for more, squander his abundant wealth. Zeus, in truth, is a chastiser of overweening pride and corrects with heavy hand. Therefore, now that my son has been warned to be prudent by the voice of God, instruct him with admonitions of reason to cease from drawing the punishment of Heaven on himself by his vaunting rashness. And as for you, beloved and venerable mother of Xerxes, withdraw to the palace and bring from there clothing which is suitable for him, and prepare to meet your son. For through grief at his misfortunes, the embroidered apparel which he was wearing has been torn into tattered shreds. Soothe him with words of kindness; for it is to your voice alone, I know, that he will listen. As for me, I depart to the darkness beneath the earth. Farewell, Elders, and despite your troubles, rejoice while each day is yours; for wealth does not profit the dead at all.

Χορός 843ἦ πολλὰ καὶ παρόντα καὶ μέλλοντʼ ἔτι ἤλγησʼ ἀκούσας βαρβάροισι πήματα. Ἄτοσσα 845ὦ δαῖμον, ὥς με πόλλʼ ἐσέρχεται κακὰ ἄλγη, μάλιστα δʼ ἥδε συμφορὰ δάκνει, ἀτιμίαν γε παιδὸς ἀμφὶ σώματι ἐσθημάτων κλύουσαν, ἥ νιν ἀμπέχει. ἀλλʼ εἶμι, καὶ λαβοῦσα κόσμον ἐκ δόμων 850ὑπαντιάζειν παιδί μου πειράσομαι. οὐ γὰρ τὰ φίλτατʼ ἐν κακοῖς προδώσομεν.

Chorus I grieve as I hear the many misfortunes that are now, and are yet to be, the lot of the barbarians.

Atossa O God! How much grief assails me! But most of all this sorrow wounds me, to hear of the shameful clothes which are now worn by my son. But I will depart, and when I have brought appropriate garments from the palace, I will make attempt to meet my son; for I will not forsake him whom I love so well in his affliction.

English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth (modernised by Perseus) (1922). Original text: Greek text: Herbert Weir Smyth (ed. and trans.), Aeschylus, Loeb Classical Library, London: William Heinemann, 1922, as digitised by Perseus. English: Herbert Weir Smyth, Aeschylus, Loeb Classical Library, London: William Heinemann, 1922 (Perseus's modernised version of Smyth's prose translation).

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