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iphigenia in tauris-第2部分

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      Plough'd with a thousand keels the strand

    And ranged in arms shook Troy's proud towers

      Beneath the Atreidae's great command!

  IPHIGENIA (singing)

        O ye attendant train;

  How is my heart oppress'd with wo!

  What notes; save notes of grief; can flow;

    A harsh and unmelodious strain?

  My soul domestic ills oppress with dread;

  And bid me mourn a brother dead。

  What visions did my sleeping sense appall

    In the past dark and midnight hour!

        'Tis ruin; ruin all。

    My father's houses…it is no more:

  No more is his illustrious line。

    What dreadful deeds hath Argos known!

  One only brother; Fate; was mine;

    And dost thou rend him from me? Is he gone

  To Pluto's dreary realms below?

    For him; as dead; with pious care

        This goblet I prepare;

  And on the bosom of the earth shall flow

  Streams from the heifer mountain…bred;

    The grape's rich juice; and; mix'd with these;

    The labour of the yellow bees;

  Libations soothing to the dead。

  Give me the oblation: let me hold

  The foaming goblet's hallow'd gold。



    O thou; the earth beneath;

      Who didst from Agamemnon spring;

    To thee; deprived of vital breath;

      I these libations bring。

    Accept them: to thy honour'd tomb;

    Never; ah! never shall I come;

    Never these golden tresses bear;

    To place them there; there shed the tear;

    For from my country far; a hind

    There deem'd as slain; my wild abode I find。

  CHORUS (singing)

    To thee thy faithful train

      The Asiatic hymn will raise;

    A doleful; a barbaric strain;

      Responsive to thy lays;

    And steep in tears the mournful song;…

    Notes; which to the dead belong;

    Dismal notes; attuned to woe

    By Pluto in the realms below:

    No sprightly air shall we employ

    To cheer the soul; and wake the sense of joy。

  IPHIGENIA (singing)

      The Atreidae are no more;

    Extinct their sceptre's golden light;

    My father's house from its proud height

      Is fallen: its ruins I deplore。

    Who of her kings at Argos holds his reign;

    Her kings once bless'd? But Sorrow's train

    Rolls on impetuous for the rapid steeds

      Which o'er the strand with Pelops fly。

    From what atrocious deeds

      Starts the sun back; his sacred eye

    Of brightness; loathing; turn'd aside?

      And fatal to their house arose;

    From the rich ram; Thessalia's golden pride;

      Slaughter on slaughter; woes on woes:

    Thence; from the dead ages past;

      Vengeance came rushing on its prey;

      And swept the race of Tantalus away。

    Fatal to thee its ruthless haste;

      To me too fatal; from the hour

    My mother wedded; from the night

    She gave me to life's opening light;

      Nursed by affliction's cruel power。

    Early to me; the Fates unkind;

    To know what sorrow is assign'd:

    Me Leda's daughter; hapless dame;

      First blooming offspring of her bed

    (A father's conduct here I blame);

      A joyless victim bred;

      When o'er the strand of Aulis; in the pride

    Of beauty kindling flames of love;

    High on my splendid car I move;

      Betrothed to Thetis' son a bride:

    Ah; hapless bride; to all the train

    Of Grecian fair preferr'd in vain!

    But now; a stranger on this strand;

      'Gainst which the wild waves beat;

      I hold my dreary; joyless seat;

    Far distant from my native land;

    Nor nuptial bed is mine; nor child; nor friend。

      At Argos now no more I raise

      The festal song in Juno's praise;

    Nor o'er the loom sweet…sounding bend;

    As the creative shuttle flies;

    Give forms of Titans fierce to rise;

    And; dreadful with her purple spear;

      Image Athenian Pallas there:

    But on this barbarous shore

      The unhappy stranger's fate I moan;

    The ruthless altar stain'd with gore;

      His deep and dying groan;

    And; for each tear that weeps his woes;

    From me a tear of pity flows。

    Of these the sad remembrance now must sleep:

    A brother dead; ah me! I weep:

    At Argos him; by fate oppress'd;

    I left an infant at the breast;

    A beauteous bud; whose opening charms

    Then blossom'd in his mother's arms;

    Orestes; born to high command;

    The imperial sceptre of the Argive land。

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    Leaving the sea…wash'd shore a herdsman comes

    Speeding; with some fresh tidings to thee fraught。

                                                 (A HERDSMAN enters。)

  HERDSMAN

    Daughter of Agamemnon; and bright gem

    Of Clytemnestra; hear strange things from me。

  IPHIGENIA

    And what of terror doth thy tale import?

  HERDSMAN

    Two youths; swift…rowing 'twixt the clashing rocks

    Of our wild sea; are landed on the beach;

    A grateful offering at Diana's shrine;

    And victims to the goddess。 Haste; prepare

    The sacred lavers; and the previous rites。

  IPHIGENIA

    Whence are the strangers? from what country named?

  HERDSMAN

    From Greece: this only; nothing more; I know。

  IPHIGENIA

    Didst thou not hear what names the strangers bear?

  HERDSMAN

    One by the other was call'd Pylades。

  IPHIGENIA

    How is the stranger; his companion; named?

  HERDSMAN

    This none of us can tell: we heard it not。

  IPHIGENIA

    How saw you them? how seized them? by what chance?

  HERDSMAN

    Mid the rude cliffs that o'er the Euxine hang…

  IPHIGENIA

    And what concern have herdsmen with the sea?

  HERDSMAN

    To wash our herds in the salt wave we came。

  IPHIGENIA

    To what I ask'd return: how seized you them?

    Tell me the manner; this I wish to know:

    For slow the victims come; nor hath some while

    The altar of the goddess; as was wont;

    Been crimson'd with the streams of Grecian blood。

  HERDSMAN

    Our herds; which in the forest feed; we drove

    Amid the tide that rushes to the shore;

    'Twixt the Symplegades: it was the place;

    Where in the rifted rock the chafing surge

    Hath hallow'd a rude cave; the haunt of those

    Whose quest is purple。 Of our number there

    A herdsman saw two youths; and back return'd

    With soft and silent step; then pointing; said;

    〃Do you not see them? These are deities

    That sit there。〃 One; who with religious awe

    Revered the gods; with hands uplifted pray'd;

    His eyes fix'd on them;…〃Son of the sea…nymph

    Leucothoe; guardian of the labouring bark;

    Our lord Palaemon; be propitious to us!

    Or sit you on our shores; bright sons of Jove;

    Castor and Pollux? Or the glorious boast

    Of Nereus; father of the noble choir

    Of fifty Nereids?〃 One; whose untaught mind

    Audacious folly harden'd 'gainst the sense

    Of holy awe; scoff'd at his prayers; and said;…

    〃These are wreck'd mariners; that take their seat

    In the cleft rock through fear; as they have heard

    Our prescribed rite; that here we sacrifice

    The stranger。〃 To the greater part he seem'd

    Well to have spoken; and we judged it meet

    To seize the victims; by our country's law

    Due to the goddess。 Of the stranger youths;

    One at this instant started from the rock:

    Awhile he stood; and wildly toss'd his head;

    And groan'd; his loose arms trembling all their length;

    Convulsed with madness; and a hunter loud

    Then cried;…〃Dost thou behold her; Pylades?

    Dost thou not see this dragon fierce from hell

    Rushing to kill me; and against me rousing

    Her horrid vipers? See this other here;

    Emitting fire and slaughter from her vests;

    Sails on her wings; my mother in her arms

    Bearing; to hurl this mass of rock upon me!

    Ah; she will kill me! Whither shall I fly?〃

    His visage might we see no more the same;

    And his voice varied; now the roar of bulls;

    The howl of dogs now uttering; mimic sounds

    Sent by the maddening Furies; as they say。

    Together thronging; as of death assured;

    We sit in silence; but he drew his sword;

    And; like a lion rushing mid our herds;

    Plunged in their sides the weapon; weening thus

    To drive the Furies; till the briny wave

    Foam'd with their blood。 But when among our herds

    We saw this havoc made; we all 'gan rouse

    To arms; and blew our sounding shells to alarm

    The neighbouring peasants; for we thought in fight

    Rude herdsmen to these youthful strangers; train'd

    To arms; ill match'd; and forthwith to our aid

    Flock'd numbers。 But; his frenzy of its force

    Abating; on the earth the stranger falls;

    Foam bursting from his mouth: but when he saw

    The advantage; each adventured on and hurl'd

    What might annoy him fallen: the other youth

    Wiped off the foam; took of his person care;

    His fine…wrought
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