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Ovid, Metamorphoses 7.614–657: The Myrmidons

The plague leaves Aeacus almost alone, and he looks at an ant-hill in an oak tree and prays to Zeus (Jupiter) to give him back as many men as there are ants. In the night he dreams that the ants become men, and when he wakes he finds that the dream is true. The new people are called Myrmidons, after the ants, and Aeacus promises Cephalus the help he asks.

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614Attonitus tanto miserarum turbine rerum, 615“Iuppiter o!” dixi “si te non falsa loquuntur dicta sub amplexus Aeginae Asopidos isse, nec te, magne pater, nostri pudet esse parentem, aut mihi redde meos aut me quoque conde sepulcro.” Ille notam fulgore dedit tonitruque secundo. 620“Accipio, sintque ista, precor, felicia mentis signa tuae” dixi. “Quod das mihi, pigneror omen.” Forte fuit iuxta patulis rarissima ramis sacra Iovi quercus de semine Dodonaeo: hic nos frugilegas adspeximus agmine longo 625grande onus exiguo formicas ore gerentes rugosoque suum servantes cortice callem. Dum numerum miror, “totidem, pater optime” dixi, “tu mihi da cives et inania moenia supple.” Intremuit ramisque sonum sine flamine motis 630alta dedit quercus. Pavido mihi membra timore horruerant, stabantque comae. Tamen oscula terrae roboribusque dedi; nec me sperare fatebar: sperabam tamen atque animo mea vota fovebam.

All
restraint forgotten, a mad rabble fought
and took possession of the burning pyres,
and even the dead were ravished of their rest.—
And who should mourn them wanting, all the souls
of sons and husbands, and of old and young,
must wander unlamented: and the land
sufficed not for the crowded sepulchers:
and the dense forest was denuded of all trees.
“Heart-broken at the sight of this great woe,
I wailed, ‘O Jupiter! if truth were told
of your sweet comfort in Aegina's arms,
if you were not ashamed of me, your son,
restore my people, or entomb my corpse,
that I may suffer as the ones I love.’—
Great lightning flashed around me, and the sound
of thunder proved that my complaint was heard.
Accepting it, I cried, ‘Let these, Great Jove,
the happy signs of your assent, be shown
good omens given as a sacred pledge.’
“Near by, a sacred oak tree grown from seed
brought thither from Dodona, spread abroad
its branches thinly covered with green leaves;
and creeping as an army, on the tree
we saw a train of ants that carried grain,
half-hidden in the deep and wrinkled bark.
And while I wondered at the endless line
I said, ‘Good father, give me citizens
of equal number for my empty walls.’
Soon as I said those words, though not a wind
was moving nor a breeze,—the lofty tree
began to tremble, and I heard a sound
of motion in its branches. Wonder not
that sudden fear possessed me; and my hair
began to rise; and I could hardly stand
for so my weak knees tottered!—As I made
obeisance to the soil and sacred tree,
perhaps I cherished in my heart a thought,
that, not acknowledged, cheered me with some hope.

634Nox subit, et curis exercita corpora somnus 635occupat: ante oculos eadem mihi quercus adesse et ramos totidem totidemque animalia ramis ferre suis visa est pariterque tremiscere motu graniferumque agmen subiectis spargere in arvis; crescere quod subito et maius maiusque videri 640ac se tollere humo rectoque adsistere trunco et maciem numerumque pedum nigrumque colorem ponere et humanam membris inducere formam. Somnus abit: damno vigilans mea visa querorque in superis opis esse nihil. At in aedibus ingens 645murmur erat, vocesque hominum exaudire videbar iam mihi desuetas. Dum suspicor has quoque somni esse, venit Telamon properus, foribusque reclusis “speque fideque, pater” dixit, “maiora videbis: egredere!” Egredior, qualesque in imagine somni 650visus eram vidisse viros, ex ordine tales adspicio noscoque. Adeunt regemque salutant. Vota Iovi solvo populisque recentibus urbem partior et vacuos priscis cultoribus agros, Myrmidonasque voco, nec origine nomina fraudo. 655Corpora vidisti; mores quos ante gerebant, nunc quoque habent: parcum genus est patiensque laborum quaesitique tenax et quod quaesita reservet.

“At night I lay exhausted by such thoughts,
a deep sleep seized my body, but the tree
seemed always present—to my gaze distinct
with all its branches—I could even see
the birds among its leaves; and from its boughs,
that trembled in the still air, moving ants
were scattered to the ground in troops below;
and ever, as they touched the soil, they grew
larger and larger.—As they raised themselves,
they stood with upright bodies, and put off
their lean shapes; and absorbed their many feet:
and even as their dark brown color changed,
their rounded forms took on a human shape.
“When my strange dream departed, I awoke,
the vision vanished, I complained to Heaven
against the idle comfort of such dreams;
but as I voiced my own lament, I heard
a mighty murmur echoing through the halls
of my deserted palace, and a multitude
of voices in confusion; where the sound
of scarce an echo had disturbed the still
deserted chambers for so many days.
“All this I thought the fancy of my dream,
until my brave son Telamon, in haste
threw open the closed doorway, as he called,
‘Come quickly father, and behold a sight
beyond the utmost of your fondest dreams!’
I did go out, and there I saw such men
each in his turn, as I had seen transformed
in that weird vision of the moving ants.
“They all advanced, and hailed me as their king.
So soon as I had offered vows to Jove,
I subdivided the deserted farms,
and dwellings in the cities to these men
miraculously raised —which now are called
my Myrmidons, —the living evidence
of my strange vision. You have seen these men;
and since that day, their name has been declared,
‘Decisive evidence.’ They have retained
the well-known customs of the days before
their transformation. Patiently they toil;
they store the profits of their labor; which
they guard with valiant skill.

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English translation by Brookes More (1922). Original text: Hugo Magnus (ed.), Die Metamorphosen des P. Ovidius Naso, Gotha: F. A. Perthes, 1892 (Latin text as digitised by Perseus); English: Brookes More, Ovid's Metamorphoses, Boston: Cornhill Publishing Company, 1922.

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