Euripides · Suppliants Ἱκέτιδες

Euripides, Suppliants 1072–1113: Exodos: Iphis laments his children

The Chorus cries out at the fearful deed, and Iphis, bereft of son-in-law, son and daughter, laments. He asks why men cannot live their youth twice and reach old age twice, and says that he now has no house to go to.

Lines 1072–1113 · 417 words · click a number to copy its link
Χορός 1072ἰώ, γύναι, δεινὸν ἔργον ἐξειργάσω. Ἶφις ἀπωλόμην δύστηνος, Ἀργείων κόραι. Χορός ἒ ἔ, σχέτλια τάδε παθών, 1075τὸ πάντολμον ἔργον ὄψῃ τάλας. Ἶφις οὐκ ἄν τινʼ εὕροιτʼ ἄλλον ἀθλιώτερον. Χορός ἰὼ τάλας· μετέλαχες τύχας Οἰδιπόδα, γέρον, μέρος καὶ σὺ καὶ πόλις ἐμὰ τλάμων.

Chorus O lady, what a fearful deed!

Iphis Ah me! I am undone, ye dames of Argos!

Chorus Alack, alack! a cruel blow is this to thee, but thou must yet witness, poor wretch, the full horror of this deed.

Iphis A more unhappy wretch than me ye could not find.

Chorus Woe for thee, unhappy man! Thou, old sir, hast been made partaker in the fortune of Oedipus, thou and my poor city too.

Iphis

1080οἴμοι· τί δὴ βροτοῖσιν οὐκ ἔστιν τόδε, νέους δὶς εἶναι καὶ γέροντας αὖ πάλιν; ἀλλʼ ἐν δόμοις μὲν ἤν τι μὴ καλῶς ἔχῃ, γνώμαισιν ὑστέραισιν ἐξορθούμεθα, αἰῶνα δʼ οὐκ ἔξεστιν. εἰ δʼ ἦμεν νέοι 1085δὶς καὶ γέροντες, εἴ τις ἐξημάρτανε, διπλοῦ βίου λαχόντες ἐξωρθούμεθʼ ἄν. ἐγὼ γὰρ ἄλλους εἰσορῶν τεκνουμένους παίδων ἐραστὴς ἦ πόθῳ τʼ ἀπωλλύμην. εἰ δʼ ἐς τόδʼ ἦλθον κἀξεπειράθην τέκνων 1090οἷον στέρεσθαι πατέρα γίγνεται τέκνων, οὐκ ἄν ποτʼ ἐς τόδʼ ἦλθον εἰς ὃ νῦν κακόν· ὅστις φυτεύσας καὶ νεανίαν τεκὼν ἄριστον, εἶτα τοῦδε νῦν στερίσκομαι. εἶἑν· τί δὴ χρὴ τὸν ταλαίπωρόν με δρᾶν; 1095στείχειν πρὸς οἴκους; κᾆτʼ ἐρημίαν ἴδω πολλῶν μελάθρων, ἀπορίαν τʼ ἐμῷ βίῳ; ἢ πρὸς μέλαθρα τοῦδε Καπανέως μόλω; ἥδιστα πρίν γε δῆθʼ, ὅτʼ ἦν παῖς ἥδε μοι. ἀλλʼ οὐκέτʼ ἔστιν, ἥ γʼ ἐμὴν γενειάδα 1100προσήγετʼ αἰεὶ στόματι καὶ κάρα τόδε κατεῖχε χειρί· πατρὶ δʼ οὐδὲν ἥδιον γέροντι θυγατρός· ἀρσένων δὲ μείζονες ψυχαί, γλυκεῖαι δʼ ἧσσον ἐς θωπεύματα. οὐχ ὡς τάχιστα δῆτά μʼ ἄξετʼ ἐς δόμους; 1105σκότῳ δὲ δώσετʼ· ἔνθʼ ἀσιτίαις ἐμὸν δέμας γεραιὸν συντακεὶς ἀποφθερῶ. τί μʼ ὠφελήσει παιδὸς ὀστέων θιγεῖν; ὦ δυσπάλαιστον γῆρας, ὡς μισῶ σʼ ἔχων, μισῶ δʼ ὅσοι χρῄζουσιν ἐκτείνειν βίον, 1110βρωτοῖσι καὶ ποτοῖσι καὶ μαγεύμασι παρεκτρέποντες ὀχετὸν ὥστε μὴ θανεῖν· οὓς χρῆν, ἐπειδὰν μηδὲν ὠφελῶσι γῆν, θανόντας ἔρρειν κἀκποδὼν εἶναι νέοις.

Ah, why are mortal men denied this boon, to live their youth twice o’er, and twice in turn to reach old age? If aught goes wrong within our homes, we set it right by judgment more maturely formed, but our life we may not so correct. Now if we had a second spell of youth and age, this double term of life would let us then correct each previous slip. I, for instance, seeing others blest with children, longed to have them too, and found my ruin in that wish. Whereas if I had had my present experience, and by a father’s light had learnt how cruel a thing it is to be bereft of children, never should I have fallen on such evil days as these,—I who did beget a brave young son, proud parent that I was, and after all am now bereft of him. Enough of this. What remains for such a hapless wretch as me? Shall I to my home, there to see its utter desolation and the blank within my life? or shall I to the halls of that dead Capaneus?—halls I smiled to see in days gone by, when yet my daughter was alive. But she is lost and gone, she that would ever draw down my cheek to her lips, and take my head between her hands; for naught is there more sweet unto an aged sire than a daughter’s love; our sons are made of sterner stuff, but less winning are their caresses. Oh! take me to my house at once, in darkness hide me there, to waste and fret this aged frame with fasting! What shall it avail me to touch my daughter’s bones? Old age, resistless foe, how do I loathe thy presence! Them too I hate, whoso desire to lengthen out the span of life, seeking to turn the tide of death aside by philtres, drugs, and magic spells,—folk that death should take away to leave the young their place, when they no more can benefit the world.

English translation by Edward P. Coleridge (1891). Original text: Greek text: Gilbert Murray (ed.), Euripidis Fabulae, Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1913, as digitised by Perseus. English: Edward P. Coleridge, The Plays of Euripides, London: George Bell and Sons, first published 1891 (Bohn's Classical Library; the Perseus header records a later printing).

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