Agamemnon

Aeschylus

Aeschylus, Volume 2. Smyth, Herbert Weir, translator. London; New York: William Heinemann; G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1926.

  1. until his bolt would neither fall short of the mark nor, flying beyond the stars, be launched in vain.
Chorus
  1. The stroke of Zeus they may call it; his hand can be traced there. As he determines, so he acts. Someone said
  2. that the gods do not trouble themselves to remember mortals who trample underfoot the grace of things not to be touched. But that man was impious! Now it stands revealed!
  3. The penalty for reckless crime is ruin when men breathe a spirit of pride above just measure, because their mansions teem with more abundance than is good for them. But let there be such wealth as brings no distress, enough to satisfy
  4. a sensible man. For riches do not protect the man who in wantonness has kicked the mighty altar of Justice into obscurity.
Chorus
  1. Perverse Temptation, the overmastering child of designing Destruction, drives men on; and every remedy is futile. His evil is not hidden; it shines forth, a baleful gleam.
  2. Like base metal beneath the touchstone’s rub, when tested he shows the blackness of his grain (for he is like a child who chases a winged bird)
  3. and upon his people he brings a taint against which there is no defence. No god listens to his prayers. The man associated with such deeds, him they destroy in his unrighteousness. And such was Paris, who came
  4. to the house of the sons of Atreus and dishonoured the hospitality of his host by stealing away a wedded wife.
Chorus
  1. But she, bequeathing to her people the clang of shield and spear and army of fleets, and bringing to Ilium destruction in place of dowry, with light step she passed through the gates—daring a deed undareable. Then loud wailed the seers of the house crying,
  2. Alas, alas, for the home, the home, and for the princes! Alas for the husband’s bed and the impress of her form so dear! He sits apart in the anguish of his grief, silent, dishonored but making no reproach. In his yearning for her who sped beyond the sea,
  3. a phantom will seem to be lord of the house. The grace of fair-formed statues is hateful to him; and in the hunger of his eyes all loveliness is departed.
Chorus
  1. Mournful apparitions come to him in dreams, bringing only vain joy; for vainly, whenever in his imagination a man sees delights,
  2. straightaway the vision, slipping through his arms, is gone, winging its flight along the paths of sleep. Such are the sorrows at hearth and home, but here are sorrows surpassing these; and at large, in every house of all who went forth together from the land of Hellas,
  3. unbearable grief is seen. Many things pierce the heart. Each knows whom he sent forth. But to the home of each come
  4. urns and ashes[*](This passage, in which war is compared to a gold-merchant, is charged with double meanings: ταλαντοῦχος, balance and scales of battle, πυρωθέν of purified gold-dust and of the burnt bodies of the slain, βαρύ, heavy and grievous, ἀντήνορος, the price of a man, and instead of men, λέβητας, jars and funeral urns.), not living men.
Chorus
  1. Ares barters the bodies of men for gold; he holds his balance in the contest of the spear; and
  2. back from Ilium to their loved ones he sends a heavy dust passed through his burning, a dust cried over with plenteous tears, in place of men sending well made urns with ashes.
  3. So they lament, praising now this one: How skilled in battle! now that one: Fallen nobly in the carnage,—for another’s wife— some mutter in secret, and
  4. grief charged with resentment spreads stealthily against the sons of Atreus, champions in the strife. But there far from home, around the city’s walls, those in their beauty’s bloom have graves in Ilium—