§1058σὺ δʼ εἶ τίς ἥτις τοὐμὸν ᾤκτιρας πάθος; §1059Ἠχὼ λόγων ἀντῳδὸς ἐπικοκκάστρια, §1060ἥπερ πέρυσιν ἐν τῷδε ταὐτῷ χωρίῳ §1061Εὐριπίδῃ καὐτὴ ξυνηγωνιζόμην. §1062ἀλλʼ ὦ τέκνον σὲ μὲν τὸ σαυτῆς χρὴ ποιεῖν, §1063κλάειν ἐλεινῶς. §1063bσὲ δʼ ἐπικλάειν ὕστερον. §1064ἐμοὶ μελήσει ταῦτά γʼ.
Relative: But who are you, who pitied my suffering?\n Echo: Echo, the chanting responder of words, the mocker,\n who last year in this very same place\n competed along with Euripides myself.\n But, O child, you must do your own part,\n lamenting piteously.\n Relative: And you must lament along with me afterwards.\n Echo: That shall be my care.
ἀλλʼ ἄρχου λόγων. §1065ὦ νὺξ ἱερὰ §1066ὡς μακρὸν ἵππευμα διώκεις §1067ἀστεροειδέα νῶτα διφρεύουσʼ §1068αἰθέρος ἱερᾶς §1068aτοῦ σεμνοτάτου διʼ Ὀλύμπου; §1069διʼ Ὀλύμπου. §1070τί ποτʼ Ἀνδρομέδα περίαλλα κακῶν §1071μέρος ἐξέλαχον— §1071bμέρος ἐξέλαχον— §1072θανάτου τλήμων; §1072bθανάτου τλήμων; §1073ἀπολεῖς μʼ ὦ γραῦ στωμυλλομένη. §1074στωμυλλομένη. §1075νὴ Δίʼ ὀχληρά γʼ εἰσήρρηκας §1076λίαν. §1076bλίαν. §1077ὦγάθʼ ἔασόν με μονῳδῆσαι, §1078καὶ χαριεῖ μοι.
But begin your words.\n Relative: O sacred night,\n how long a chariot course you drive,\n riding upon your starry back\n through the sacred air,\n through most majestic Olympus?\n Echo: Through Olympus?\n Relative: Why ever did I, Andromeda, get allotted, beyond all others,\n a share of evils—\n Echo: A share of evils—\n Relative: miserable in death?\n Echo: miserable in death?\n Relative: You will destroy me, O talkative old woman!\n Echo: Talkative old woman!\n Relative: By Zeus, you have burst in, most troublesome\n exceedingly.\n Echo: Exceedingly.\n Relative: My good friend, let me sing a monody,\n and you will do me a favor.
παῦσαι. §1078bπαῦσαι. §1079βάλλʼ ἐς κόρακας. §1079bβάλλʼ ἐς κόρακας. §1080τί κακόν; §1080bτί κακόν; §1080cληρεῖς. §1080dληρεῖς. §1081bοἴμωζʼ. §1081cοἴμωζʼ. §1081dὀτότυζʼ. §1081eὀτότυζʼ. §1082οὖτος σί λαλῖς; §1082bοὖτος σί λαλῖς; §1083πρυτάνεις καλέσω; §1083bπρυτάνεις καλέσω; §1085σί κακόν; §1085bσί κακόν; §1086πῶτε τὸ πωνή; §1086bπῶτε τὸ πωνή; §1087σὺ λαλῖς; §1087bσὺ λαλῖς; §1087cκλαύσει. §1087dκλαύσει. §1088κακκάσκι μοι; §1088bκακκάσκι μοι; §1090μὰ Δίʼ ἀλλὰ γυνὴ πλησίον αὕτη. §1091πλησίον αὕτη. §1092ποῦ στʼ ηʼ μιαρά;
Stop!\n Echo: Stop!\n Relative: Go to the crows!\n Echo: Go to the crows!\n Relative: What mischief?\n Echo: What mischief?\n Relative: You are talking nonsense.\n Echo: You are talking nonsense.\n Relative: Lament!\n Echo: Lament!\n Relative: Wail!\n Echo: Wail!\n Archer: You there, what you babbling?\n Echo: You there, what you babbling?\n Archer: Me call prytaneis?\n Echo: Me call prytaneis?\n Archer: What mischief?\n Echo: What mischief?\n Archer: Where the voice from?\n Echo: Where the voice from?\n Archer: You babbling?\n Echo: You babbling?\n Archer: You cry.\n Echo: You cry.\n Archer: You mock me?\n Echo: You mock me?\n Archer: No, by Zeus, but woman near here.\n Echo: Woman near here.\n Archer: Where filthy she?
καὶ δὴ πεύγει. §1093ποῖ ποῖ πεύγεις; §1093bποῖ ποῖ πεύγεις; §1094οὐ καιρήσεις; §1094bοὐ καιρήσεις; §1095ἔτι γὰρ γρύζεις; §1095bἔτι γὰρ γρύζεις; §1096λαβὲ τὴ μιαρά. §1096bλαβὲ τὴ μιαρά. §1097λάλο καὶ κατάρατο γύναικο. §1098ὦ θεοὶ τίνʼ ἐς γῆν βαρβάρων ἀφίγμεθα
Oh, she running.\n Where, where you running?\n Echo: Where, where you running?\n Archer: You not escape!\n Echo: You not escape!\n Archer: Still you grumbling?\n Echo: Still you grumbling?\n Archer: Catch the filthy she.\n Echo: Catch the filthy she.\n Archer: Babbling and accursed woman.\n Euripides: O gods, to what land of barbarians have we arrived\n with swift sandal?
§1099ταχεῖ πεδίλῳ; διὰ μέσου γὰρ αἰθέρος §1100τέμνων κέλευθον πόδα τίθημʼ ὑπόπτερον §1101Περσεὺς πρὸς Ἄργος ναυστολῶν τὸ Γοργόνος §1102κάρα κομίζων.
For cutting a path through the mid-air\n I speed my winged foot,\n as Perseus, voyaging to Argos, carrying the Gorgon's\n head.\n Archer: What you say?
§1102bτί λέγι; τὴ Γόργος πέρι §1103τὸ γραμματέο σὺ τὴ κεπαλή; §1103bτὴν Γοργόνος §1104ἔγωγε φημί. §1104bΓόργο τοι κἀγὼ λέγι. §1105ἔα·
Gorgos' head,\n that clerk's head you carry?\n Euripides: The Gorgon's head\n I say indeed.\n Archer: Gorgos indeed me say too.\n Euripides: Ah!
τίνʼ ὄχθον τόνδʼ ὁρῶ καὶ παρθένον §1106θεαῖς ὁμοίαν ναῦν ὅπως ὡρμισμένην; §1107ὦ ξένε κατοίκτιρόν με τὴν παναθλίαν, §1108λῦσόν με δεσμῶν. §1108bοὐκὶ μὶ λαλῆσι σύ; §1109κατάρατο τολμᾷς ἀποτανουμένη λαλᾷς; §1110ὦ παρθένʼ οἰκτίρω σὲ κρεμαμένην ὁρῶν. §1111οὐ παρτένʼ ἐστίν, ἀλλʼ ἀμαρτωλὴ γέρων §1112καὶ κλέπτο καὶ πανοῦργο. §1112bληρεῖς ὦ Σκύθα. §1113αὕτη γάρ ἐστιν Ἀνδρομέδα παῖς Κηφέως. §1114σκέψαι τὸ κύστο·
What hill is this I see, and a maiden\n like the goddesses, anchored like a ship?\n Relative: O stranger, take pity on me, the all-wretched,\n loosen me from bonds.\n Archer: You not no talk?\n Accursed you, about to die, you dare talk?\n Euripides: O maiden, I pity you seeing you hung up.\n Archer: Not maiden she, but bad old man\n and thief and rogue.\n Euripides: You talk nonsense, Scythian.\n For this is Andromeda, daughter of Cepheus.\n Archer: Look at the groin!
Look like woman to you?\n Euripides: Give me your hand here, so that I may touch the girl;\n give it, Scythian.
ἀνθρώποισι γὰρ νοσήματα §1117ἅπασίν ἐστιν·
For diseases exist\n for all men.
ἐμὲ δὲ καὐτὸν τῆς κόρης §1118ταύτης ἔρως εἴληφεν. §1118bοὐ ζηλῶσί σε· §1119ἀτὰρ εἰ τὸ πρωκτὸ δεῦρο περιεστραμμένον, §1120οὐκ ἐπτόνησά σʼ αὐτὸ πυγίζεις ἄγων. §1121τί δʼ οὐκ ἐᾷς λύσαντά μʼ αὐτὴν ὦ Σκύθα §1122πεσεῖν ἐς εὐνὴν καὶ γαμήλιον λέχος; §1123εἰ σπόδρʼ ἐπιτυμεῖς τὴ γέροντο πύγισο, §1124τὴ σανίδο τρήσας ἐξόπιστο πρώκτισον. §1125μὰ Δίʼ ἀλλὰ λύσω δεσμά. §1125bμαστιγῶ σʼ ἄρα. §1126καὶ μὴν ποιήσω τοῦτο. §1126bτὸ κεπαλή σʼ ἄρα §1127τὸ ξιπομάκαιραν ἀποκεκόψι τουτοϊ. §1128αἰαῖ·
And love for this girl\n has seized me myself.\n Archer: Me no envy you;\n but if the backside turned here,\n me no grudge you taking her to bugger.\n Euripides: Why do you not let me loosen her, Scythian,\n and fall into the bridal bed and marriage couch?\n Archer: If you really want, bugger the old man;\n drill the plank, bugger him from behind.\n Euripides: No, by Zeus, but I will loosen the bonds.\n Archer: Me whip you then.\n Euripides: And yet I will do this.\n Archer: Your head then\n this little sword cut off.\n Euripides: Alas!
τί δράσω;
What shall I do?
πρὸς τίνας στρεφθῶ λόγους; §1129ἀλλʼ οὐ γὰρ ἂν δέξαιτο βάρβαρος φύσις. §1130σκαιοῖσι γάρ τοι καινὰ προσφέρων σοφὰ §1131μάτην ἀναλίσκοις ἄν, ἀλλʼ ἄλλην τινὰ §1132τούτῳ πρέπουσαν μηχανὴν προσοιστέον. §1133μιαρὸς ἀλώπηξ, οἶον ἐπιτήκιζί μοι. §1134μέμνησο Περσεῦ μʼ ὡς καταλείπεις ἀθλίαν. §1135ἔτι γὰρ σὺ τὴ μάστιγαν ἐπιτυμεῖς λαβεῖν; §1136Παλλάδα τὴν φιλόχορον ἐμοὶ §1137δεῦρο καλεῖν νόμος ἐς χορόν, §1138παρθένον ἄζυγα κούρην, §1140ἣ πόλιν ἡμετέραν ἔχει §1141καὶ κράτος φανερὸν μόνη §1142κλῃδοῦχός τε καλεῖται. §1143φάνηθʼ ὦ τυράννους §1144στυγοῦσʼ ὥσπερ εἰκός. §1145δῆμός τοί σε καλεῖ γυναικῶν· §1146ἔχουσα δέ μοι μόλοις §1147εἰρήνην φιλέορτον. §1148ἥκετʼ εὔφρονες ἵλαοι, §1149πότνιαι, ἄλσος ἐς ὑμέτερον, §1150οὗ δὴ ἀνδράσιν οὐ θέμις εἰσορᾶν §1151ὄργια σεμνὰ θεοῖν, ἵνα λαμπάσι §1152φαίνετον ἄμβροτον ὄψιν. §1153μόλετον ἔλθετον, ἀντόμεθʼ ὦ
To what words shall I turn?\n But a barbarian nature would not receive them.\n For if you offer new wisdom to fools,\n you would waste your effort in vain; rather, another\n device suited to him must be applied.\n Archer: Filthy fox, how he tries to cheat me.\n Relative: Remember, Perseus, how you leave me wretched.\n Archer: Still you want to get the whip?\n Chorus: Pallas who loves the dance to me\n it is custom to call here to the dance,\n the unwed maiden girl,\n who holds our city\n and has visible power alone,\n and is called the keeper of the keys.\n Appear, O you who hate tyrants\n as is fitting.\n The people of women call you;\n and may you come to me holding\n peace that loves festivals.\n Come, kindly and propitious,\n O queens, into your sacred grove,\n where indeed it is not lawful for men to look upon\n the solemn rites of the two goddesses, where with torches\n you show your immortal face.\n Come, arrive, we entreat you, O