Supplices
Aeschylus
Aeschylus, Volume 1. Smyth, Herbert Weir, translator. London; New York: William Heinemann; G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1922.
- Our oars, indeed, and our timbered ship, bound with yellow rope[*](Undergirding ropes (ὑποζώματα) to brace a ship’s sides. Cp. l. 441.)
- to withstand the sea, sped me on by help of favoring winds, unharmed by all tempests; nor have I reason for complaint. But may the all-seeing Father
- establish a kindly issue in due time—
- That the mighty race of our honorable mother escape the embrace of man (ah me), unwedded, unvanquished.
- And may Zeus’ pure daughter, she who holds securely the sacred wall, willingly, meeting my will, look upon me; and, grieved at our pursuit, come with all her might, a virgin to a virgin’s aid,
- to deliver me—
- That the mighty race of our honorable mother may escape the embrace of man (ah me), unwedded, unvanquished.
- Yet, if she will not, we, a dark,
- sun-burned race, with suppliant boughs will invoke the underworld Zeus, Zeus the great host
- of the dead; for if the gods of Olympus hear us not, we will hang ourselves.
- Ah Zeus! On account of the poisonous hate of Io vengeance from the gods pursues us.[*](The assets of public debtors and exiles were ascertained and secured at Athens by officers called μαστῆρες.)I know
- your consort’s sky-conquering spite; for a stormy sea follows a harsh wind.
- And Zeus shall then be liable to the charge of injustice
- that he hates the child of the heifer, the child whom he himself begat long ago, his very own, and now he holds his face averted from our prayers.
- May he from above hear our call!
- Ah Zeus! On account of the poisonous hate of Io vengeance from the gods pursues us. I know
- your consort’s sky-conquering spite; for a stormy sea follows a harsh wind.
- My children, you must be prudent. A prudent captain of your voyage was your reliable old father here with whom you came. And now that I have considered with foresight what may befall us here on land, I charge you, record my injunctions on the tablets of your minds and guard them.
- I see dust, the voiceless herald of an army; the axle-driven wheels are not silent in their sockets. I behold a throng, armed with shields and holding spears, with steeds and curved chariots. Perhaps they are the princes of the land
- come to look on us, informed by messengers. But whether a harmless man or one driven by savage wrath rouses this expedition, it is better, damsels, in any case, to seat yourselves at that mound sacred to the assembled gods. [*](ἀγών has here the force of ἀγορά, place of assembly. Cp. l. 222.)