§902ἅπαντα δυσχέρεια, τὴν αὑτοῦ φύσιν §903ὅταν λιπών τις δρᾷ τὰ μὴ προσεικότα. §904ἀλλʼ οὐδὲν ἔξω τοῦ φυτεύσαντος σύ γε §905δρᾷς οὐδὲ φωνεῖς, ἐσθλὸν ἄνδρʼ ἐπωφελῶν. §906αἰσχρὸς φανοῦμαι· τοῦτʼ ἀνιῶμαι πάλαι. §907οὔκουν ἐν οἷς γε δρᾷς· ἐν οἷς δʼ αὐδᾷς ὀκνῶ.
"Everything is difficult when someone, abandoning his own nature, does what does not befit him." "But you at least are doing nothing and saying nothing outside of your father's character, in helping a noble man." "I shall appear shameful; this has been distressing me for a long time." "Surely not in what you are doing; but at what you say, I am fearful." "O Zeus, what shall I do?
§908ὦ Ζεῦ, τί δράσω; δεύτερον ληφθῶ κακός, §909κρύπτων θʼ ἃ μὴ δεῖ καὶ λέγων αἴσχιστʼ ἐπῶν; §910ἁνὴρ ὅδʼ, εἰ μὴ ʼγὼ κακὸς γνώμων ἔφυν, §911προδούς μʼ ἔοικε κἀκλιπὼν τὸν πλοῦν στελεῖν. §912λιπὼν μὲν οὐκ ἔγωγε·
Shall I be found base a second time, both concealing what I ought not and speaking the most shameful words?" "This man, unless I have been born a poor judge, seems about to set sail, having betrayed me and abandoned me." "Abandoning you, not I indeed; but lest I conduct you to your grief rather, this is what has been distressing me for a long time." "What in the world are you saying, child?
λυπηρῶς δὲ μὴ §913πέμπω σε μᾶλλον, τοῦτʼ ἀνιῶμαι πάλαι. §914τί ποτε λέγεις, ὦ τέκνον; ὡς οὐ μανθάνω.
For I do not understand." "I will hide nothing from you; for you must sail to Troy, to the Achaeans and the expedition of the Atreidae." "Alas, what did you say?" "Do not lament before you learn." "What learning?
§915οὐδέν σε κρύψω· δεῖ γὰρ ἐς Τροίαν σε πλεῖν §916πρὸς τοὺς Ἀχαιοὺς καὶ τὸν Ἀτρειδῶν στόλον. §917οἴμοι, τί εἶπας; §917aμὴ στέναζε, πρὶν μάθῃς. §918ποῖον μάθημα; τί με νοεῖς δρᾶσαί ποτε; §919σῶσαι κακοῦ μὲν πρῶτα τοῦδʼ, ἔπειτα δὲ §920ξὺν σοὶ τὰ Τροίας πεδία πορθῆσαι μολών. §921καὶ ταῦτʼ ἀληθῆ δρᾶν νοεῖς; §921aπολλὴ κρατεῖ §922τούτων ἀνάγκη, καὶ σὺ μὴ θυμοῦ κλύων. §923ἀπόλωλα τλήμων, προδέδομαι.
What do you intend to do to me?" "First, to save you from this evil; and then, having gone with you, to ravage the plains of Troy." "And do you really intend to do this?" "A powerful necessity rules these things; do not be angry as you listen." "I am ruined, wretched, betrayed!
τί μʼ, ὦ ξένε, §924δέδρακας;
What have you done to me, stranger?
ἀπόδος ὡς τάχος τὰ τόξα μοι. §925ἀλλʼ οὐχ οἷόν τε· τῶν γὰρ ἐν τέλει κλύειν §926τό τʼ ἔνδικόν με καὶ τὸ συμφέρον ποεῖ. §927ὦ πῦρ σὺ καὶ πᾶν δεῖμα καὶ πανουργίας §928δεινῆς τέχνημʼ ἔχθιστον, οἷά μʼ εἰργάσω, §929οἷʼ ἠπάτηκας·
Give me back my bow at once!" "But it is not possible; for both justice and expediency make me obey those in authority." "O you plague, you utter terror, most hateful masterpiece of terrible villainy, what you have done to me, how you have deceived me!
οὐδʼ ἐπαισχύνει μʼ ὁρῶν §930τὸν προστρόπαιον, τὸν ἱκέτην, ὦ σχέτλιε;
Are you not ashamed to look at me, the suppliant, the petitioner, you wretch?
§931ἀπεστέρηκας τὸν βίον τὰ τόξʼ ἑλών.
You have robbed me of my life by taking my bow.
§932ἀπόδος, ἱκνοῦμαί σʼ, ἀπόδος, ἱκετεύω, τέκνον·
Give it back, I beseech you, give it back, I implore you, child!
§933πρὸς θεῶν πατρῴων, τὸν βίον με μὴ ἀφέλῃ.
By your ancestral gods, do not take my life away.
§934ὤμοι τάλας.
Alas, wretched me!
ἀλλʼ οὐδὲ προσφωνεῖ μʼ ἔτι, §935ἀλλʼ ὡς μεθήσων μήποθʼ, ὧδʼ ὁρᾷ πάλιν.
He does not even address me anymore, but looks back in this way as if he will never give it up.
O harbors, O promontories, O companionships of mountain beasts, O broken cliffs!
§938ὑμῖν τάδʼ, οὐ γὰρ ἄλλον οἶδʼ ὅτῳ λέγω, §939ἀνακλαίομαι παροῦσι τοῖς εἰωθόσιν, §940οἷʼ ἔργʼ ὁ παῖς μʼ ἔδρασεν οὑξ Ἀχιλλέως·
To you, for I know no other to whom I may speak, I bewail these things, present as you are, my usual companions, what deeds the son of Achilles has done to me!
§941ὀμόσας ἀπάξειν οἴκαδʼ, ἐς Τροίαν μʼ ἄγει· §942προσθείς τε χεῖρα δεξιάν, τὰ τόξα μου §943ἱερὰ λαβὼν τοῦ Ζηνὸς Ἡρακλέους ἔχει, §944καὶ τοῖσιν Ἀργείοισι φήνασθαι θέλει·
Having sworn to lead me home, he brings me to Troy; and having given his right hand, he holds my bow, the sacred bow of Zeus's son Heracles, and wants to display it to the Argives.
§945ὡς ἄνδρʼ ἑλὼν ἰσχυρόν ἐκ βίας μʼ ἄγει, §946κοὐκ οἶδʼ ἐναίρων νεκρὸν ἢ καπνοῦ σκιάν, §947εἴδωλον ἄλλως·
He leads me by force, as if he had captured a strong man, and does not know he is slaying a corpse, or the shadow of smoke, a mere phantom.
οὐ γὰρ ἂν σθένοντά γε §948εἷλέν μʼ· ἐπεὶ οὐδʼ ἂν ὧδʼ ἔχοντʼ, εἰ μὴ δόλῳ.
For he would not have captured me if I had been strong; nor even in this state, except by guile.
§949νῦν δʼ ἠπάτημαι δύσμορος.
But now I have been deceived, ill-fated.
τί χρή με δρᾶν;
What must I do?
§950ἀλλʼ ἀπόδος, ἀλλὰ νῦν ἔτʼ ἐν σαυτῷ γενοῦ.
But give it back, but even now return to yourself.
§951τί φής;
What do you say?
σιωπᾷς;
Are you silent?
οὐδέν εἰμʼ ὁ δύσμορος.
I am nothing, ill-fated.
§952ὦ σχῆμα πέτρας δίπυλον, αὖθις αὖ πάλιν §953εἴσειμι πρὸς σὲ ψιλός, οὐκ ἔχων τροφήν· §954ἀλλʼ αὐανοῦμαι τῷδʼ ἐν αὐλίῳ μόνος, §955οὐ πτηνὸν ὄρνιν οὐδὲ θῆρʼ ὀρειβάτην §956τόξοις ἐναίρων τοισίδʼ, ἀλλʼ αὐτὸς τάλας §957θανὼν παρέξω δαῖθʼ ὑφʼ ὧν ἐφερβόμην, §958καί μʼ οὓς ἐθήρων πρόσθε θηράσουσι νῦν·
O double-gated rock formation, again and once more I shall enter you stripped, having no food; but I shall wither away in this shelter alone, not slaying feathered bird nor mountain-roaming beast with this bow, but I myself, wretched, having died, shall provide a feast to those by whom I was fed, and those whom I used to hunt will now hunt me.
And I, wretched, shall pay blood as a ransom for blood to one who seemed to know no evil.
§961ὄλοιο—μή πω, πρὶν μάθοιμʼ εἰ καὶ πάλιν §962γνώμην μετοίσεις· εἰ δὲ μή, θάνοις κακῶς. §963τί δρῶμεν;
May you perish! — No, not yet, until I learn if again you will change your mind; but if not, may you die miserably." "What shall we do?
ἐν σοὶ καὶ τὸ πλεῖν ἡμᾶς, ἄναξ, §964ἤδη ʼστὶ καὶ τοῖς τοῦδε προσχωρεῖν λόγοις. §965ἐμοὶ μὲν οἶκτος δεινὸς ἐμπέπτωκέ τις §966τοῦδʼ ἀνδρὸς οὐ νῦν πρῶτον, ἀλλὰ καὶ πάλαι. §967ἐλέησον, ὦ παῖ, πρὸς θεῶν, καὶ μὴ παρῇς §968σαυτοῦ βροτοῖς ὄνειδος, ἐκκλέψας ἐμέ. §969οἴμοι, τί δράσω;
It is in your power now, lord, both for us to sail and to yield to this man's words." "On me, indeed, a terrible pity has fallen for this man, not now for the first time, but indeed for a long time." "Have pity, child, by the gods, and do not expose yourself to the reproach of mortals by having defrauded me." "Alas, what shall I do?
μή ποτʼ ὤφελον λιπεῖν §970τὴν Σκῦρον·
Would that I had never left Scyros!
οὕτω τοῖς παροῦσιν ἄχθομαι. §971οὐκ εἶ κακὸς σύ, πρὸς κακῶν δʼ ἀνδρῶν μαθὼν
So burdened am I by these present things." "You are not evil, but having learned from evil men..."