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title: "Cyclops · Κύκλωψ"
author: "Euripides"
translator: "Edward P. Coleridge"
languages: [grc, en]
shelf: "Classical Greek"
url: https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/
cite: "Euripides, tr. Edward P. Coleridge, Cyclops · Κύκλωψ. Scriptura (scriptura.si), https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/"
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# Cyclops · Κύκλωψ

*Euripides, tr. Edward P. Coleridge*

Odysseus and the satyrs in the Cyclops’s cave: the only complete satyr play.

> Greek: ed. Gilbert Murray, from the Perseus Digital Library (canonical-greekLit, tlg0006.tlg001, CC BY-SA 4.0).

> English: Edward P. Coleridge, from the Perseus Digital Library (tlg0006.tlg001.perseus-eng2). Notes are not included.

> Rows follow the references the two texts share (line numbers), cut where both reach the end of a sentence.

## Contents

1. [Lines 1–355](https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/1.md)
2. [Lines 356–709](https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/2.md)

## 1. Lines 1–355

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/1/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/euripides-cyclops/1/#p-N

[¶0] Scene. — Mount Aetna in Sicily, before the cave of the Cyclops.
Silenus:
O Bromius, unnumbered are the toils I bear because of thee, no less now than when I was young and hale; first, when thou wert driven mad by Hera and didst leave the mountain nymphs, thy nurses;

> Greek: Σιληνός:
Ὦ Βρόμιε, διὰ σὲ μυρίους ἔχω πόνους
νῦν χὥτ’ ἐν ἥβῃ τοὐμὸν εὐσθένει δέμας·
πρῶτον μέν, ἡνίκ’ ἐμμανὴς Ἥρας ὕπο
Νύμφας ὀρείας ἐκλιπὼν ᾤχου τροφούς·

[¶1] next, when in battle with earth-born spearmen I stood beside thee on the right as squire, and slew Enceladus, smiting him full in the middle of his targe with my spear. Come, though, let me see; must I confess ’twas all a dream? No, by Zeus! since I really showed his spoils to the Bacchic god.

> Greek: ἔπειτά γ’ ἀμφὶ γηγενῆ μάχην δορὸς
ἐνδέξιος σῷ ποδὶ παρασπιστὴς γεγὼς
Ἐγκέλαδον ἰτέαν εἰς μέσην θενὼν δορὶ
ἔκτεινα—φέρ’ ἴδω, τοῦτ’ ἰδὼν ὄναρ λέγω;
οὐ μὰ Δί’, ἐπεὶ καὶ σκῦλ’ ἔδειξα βακχίῳ.

[¶2] And now am I enduring to the full a toil still worse than those. For when Hera sent forth a race of Tyrrhene pirates against thee, that thou mightest be smuggled far away, I, as soon as the news reached me, sailed in quest of thee with my children; and, taking the helm
myself, I stood on the end of the stern and steered our trim craft; and my sons, sitting at the oars, made the grey billows froth and foam as they sought thee, my liege. But just as we had come nigh Malea in our course, an east-wind blew upon the ship
and drove us hither to the rock of Aetna, where in lonely caverns dwell the one-eyed children of ocean’s god, the murdering Cyclopes. Captured by one of them we are slaves in his house; Polyphemus they call him whom we serve;
and instead of Bacchic revelry we are herding a godless Cyclops’s flocks; and so it is my children, striplings as they are, tend the young thereof on the edge of the downs; while my appointed task is to stay here and fill the troughs and sweep out the cave,
or wait upon the ungodly Cyclops at his impious feasts. His orders now compel obedience; I have to scrape out his house with the rake you see, so as to receive the Cyclops, my absent master,
and his sheep in clean caverns.

> Greek: καὶ νῦν ἐκείνων μείζον’ ἐξαντλῶ πόνον.
ἐπεὶ γὰρ Ἥρα σοι γένος Τυρσηνικὸν
λῃστῶν ἐπῶρσεν, ὡς ὁδηθείης μακράν,
⟨ἐγὼ⟩ πυθόμενος σὺν τέκνοισι ναυστολῶ
σέθεν κατὰ ζήτησιν. ἐν πρύμνῃ δ’ ἄκρᾳ
αὐτὸς λαβὼν ηὔθυνον ἀμφῆρες δόρυ,
παῖδες δ’ ἐρετμοῖς ἥμενοι γλαυκὴν ἅλα
ῥοθίοισι λευκαίνοντες ἐζήτουν σ’, ἄναξ.
ἤδη δὲ Μαλέας πλησίον πεπλευκότας
ἀπηλιώτης ἄνεμος ἐμπνεύσας δορὶ
ἐξέβαλεν ἡμᾶς τήνδ’ ἐς Αἰτναίαν πέτραν,
ἵν’ οἱ μονῶπες ποντίου παῖδες θεοῦ
Kύκλωπες οἰκοῦσ’ ἄντρ’ ἔρημ’ ἀνδροκτόνοι.
τούτων ἑνὸς ληφθέντες ἐσμὲν ἐν δόμοις
δοῦλοι· καλοῦσι δ’ αὐτὸν ᾧ λατρεύομεν
Πολύφημον· ἀντὶ δ’ εὐίων βακχευμάτων
ποίμνας Κύκλωπος ἀνοσίου ποιμαίνομεν.
παῖδες μὲν οὖν μοι κλιτύων ἐν ἐσχάτοις
νέμουσι μῆλα νέα νέοι πεφυκότες,
ἐγὼ δὲ πληροῦν πίστρα καὶ σαίρειν στέγας
μένων τέταγμαι τάσδε, τῷδε δυσσεβεῖ
Κύκλωπι δείπνων ἀνοσίων διάκονος.
καὶ νῦν, τὰ προσταχθέντ’, ἀναγκαίως ἔχει
σαίρειν σιδηρᾷ τῇδέ μ’ ἁρπάγῃ δόμους,
ὡς τόν τ’ ἀπόντα δεσπότην Κύκλωπ’ ἐμὸν
καθαροῖσιν ἄντροις μῆλά τ’ ἐσδεχώμεθα.

[¶3] But already I see my children driving their browsing flocks towards me.
What means this? is the beat of feet in the Sicinnis dance the same to you now as when ye attended the Bacchic god in his revelries
and made your way with dainty steps to the mask of lyres to the halls of Althaea?

> Greek: ἤδη δὲ παῖδας προσνέμοντας εἰσορῶ
ποίμνας. τί ταῦτα; μῶν κρότος σικινίδων
ὁμοῖος ὑμῖν νῦν τε χὥτε βακχίῳ
κῶμοι συνασπίζοντες Ἀλθαίας δόμους
προσῇτ’ ἀοιδαῖς βαρβίτων σαυλούμενοι;

[¶4] Chorus:
Offspring of well-bred sires and dams, pray whither wilt thou be gone from me to the rocks? Hast thou not here a gentle breeze,
and grass to browse, and water from the eddying stream set near the cave in troughs? and are not thy young ones bleating for thee?

> Greek: Χορός:
παῖ γενναίων μὲν πατέρων
γενναίων τ’ ἐκ τοκάδων,
πᾷ δή μοι νίσῃ σκοπέλους;
οὐ τᾷδ’ ὑπήνεμος αὔρα
καὶ ποιηρὰ βοτάνα;
δινᾶέν θ’ ὕδωρ ποταμῶν
ἐν πίστραις κεῖται πέλας ἄν-
τρων; οὔ σοι βλαχαὶ τεκέων;

[¶5] Chorus:
Pst! pst! wilt thou not browse here,
here on the dewy slope? Ho? ho! ere long will I cast a stone at thee. Away, away! O horned one, to the fold-keeper of the Cyclops, the country-ranging shepherd.

> Greek: Χορός:
—ψύττ’· οὐ τᾷδ’ οὔ; οὐ τᾷδε νεμῇ
κλιτὺν δροσεράν;
ὠή, ῥίψω πέτρον τάχα σου
—ὕπαγ’ ὦ ὕπαγ’ ὦ κεράστα—
μηλοβότα στασιωρὸν
Κύκλωπος ἀγροβάτα.

[¶6] Chorus:
Loosen thy bursting udder; welcome to thy teats the kids, whom thou leavest in the lambkins’ pens. Those little bleating kids, asleep the livelong day, miss thee;

> Greek: Χορός:
σπαργῶντας μαστοὺς χάλασον·
δέξαι θηλαῖσι σπορὰς
ἃς λείπεις ἀρνῶν θαλάμοις.
ποθοῦσί σ’ ἁμερόκοιτοι
βλαχαὶ σμικρῶν τεκέων.

[¶7] wilt then leave at last the rich grass pastures on the peaks of Aetna and enter the fold?
Chorus:
…

> Greek: εἰς αὐλὰν πότ’ ἀμφιβαλεῖς
ποιηροὺς λείπουσα νομοὺς
Αἰτναίων εἴσω σκοπέλων;
Χορός:
—νύττ’· οὐ τᾷδ’ οὔ; οὐ τᾷδε νεμῇ
κλιτὺν δροσεράν;
ὠή, ῥίψω πέτρον τάχα σου
—ὕπαγ’ ὦ ὕπαγ’ ὦ κεράστα—
μηλοβότα στασιωρὸν
Κύκλωπος ἀγροβάτα.

[¶8] Chorus:
Here we have no Bromian god; no dances here, or Bacchantes thyrsus-bearing;
no roll of drums, or drops of sparkling wine by gurgling founts; nor is it now with Nymphs in Nysa I sing a song of Bacchus, Bacchus!
to the queen of love, in quest of whom I once sped on with Bacchantes, white of foot.
Dear friend, dear Bacchic god, whither art roaming alone,
waving thy auburn locks, while I, thy minister, do service to the one-eyed Cyclops, a slave and wanderer I,
clad in this wretched goat-skin dress, severed from thy love?

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐ τάδε Βρόμιος, οὐ τάδε χοροὶ
Βάκχαι τε θυρσοφόροι,
οὐ τυμπάνων ἀλαλαγμοὶ
κρήναις παρ’ ὑδροχύτοις,
οὐκ οἴνου χλωραὶ σταγόνες·
οὐδ’ ἐν Νύσᾳ μετὰ Νυμφᾶν
ἴακχον ἴακχον ᾠδὰν
μέλπω πρὸς τὰν Ἀφροδίταν,
ἃν θηρεύων πετόμαν
Βάκχαις σὺν λευκόποσιν
ὦ φίλος·
ὦ φίλε Βακχεῖε, ποῖ οἰοπολεῖς;
⟨ποῖ⟩ ξανθὰν χαίταν σείεις;
ἐγὼ δ’ ὁ σὸς πρόπολος
θητεύω Κύκλωπι
τῷ μονοδέρκτᾳ δοῦλος ἀλαίνων
σὺν τᾷδε τράγου χλαίνᾳ μελέᾳ
σᾶς χωρὶς φιλίας.

[¶9] Silenus:
Hush, children! and bid our servants fold the flocks in the rock-roofed cavern.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
σιγήσατ’, ὦ τέκν’, ἄντρα δ’ ἐς πετρηρεφῆ
ποίμνας ἀθροῖσαι προσπόλους κελεύσατε.

[¶10] Chorus:
(To Servants.) Away! (To Silenus.) But prithee, why such haste, father?

> Greek: Χορός:
χωρεῖτ’· ἀτὰρ δὴ τίνα, πάτερ, σπουδὴν ἔχεις;

[¶11] Silenus:
I see the hull of a ship from Hellas at the shore, and men, that wield the oar, on their way to this cave with some chieftain. About their necks they carry empty vessels and pitchers for water; they are in want of food. Luckless strangers!
who can they be? They know not what manner of man our master Polyphemus is, to have set foot here in his cheerless abode and come to the jaws of the cannibal Cyclops in an evil hour. But hold ye your peace, that we may inquire
whence they come to the peak of Sicilian Aetna.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὁρῶ πρὸς ἀκταῖς ναὸς Ἑλλάδος σκάφος
κώπης τ’ ἄνακτας σὺν στρατηλάτῃ τινὶ
στείχοντας ἐς τόδ’ ἄντρον· ἀμφὶ δ’ αὐχέσι
τεύχη φέρονται κενά, βορᾶς κεχρημένοι,
κρωσσούς θ’ ὑδρηλούς. ὦ ταλαίπωροι ξένοι,
τίνες ποτ’ εἰσίν; οὐκ ἴσασι δεσπότην
Πολύφημον οἷός ἐστιν, ἄξενον στέγην
τήνδ’ ἐμβεβῶτες καὶ Κυκλωπίαν γνάθον
τὴν ἀνδροβρῶτα δυστυχῶς ἀφιγμένοι.
ἀλλ’ ἥσυχοι γίγνεσθ’, ἵν’ ἐκπυθώμεθα
πόθεν πάρεισι Σικελὸν Αἰτναῖον πάγον.

[¶12] Odysseus:
Pray tell us, sirs, of some river-spring whence we might draw a draught to slake our thirst, or of someone willing to sell victuals to mariners in need.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ξένοι, φράσαιτ’ ἂν νᾶμα ποτάμιον πόθεν
δίψης ἄκος λάβοιμεν, εἴ τέ τις θέλει
βορὰν ὁδῆσαι ναυτίλοις κεχρημένοις;

[¶13] Why, what is this? We seem to have chanced upon a city of the Bromian god;

> Greek: --τί χρῆμα; Βρομίου πόλιν ἔοιγμεν ἐσβαλεῖν·

[¶14] here by the caves I see a group of Satyrs. To the eldest first I bid “All hail!”

> Greek: Σατύρων πρὸς ἄντροις τόνδ’ ὅμιλον εἰσορῶ.
χαίρειν προσεῖπα πρῶτα τὸν γεραίτατον.

[¶15] Silenus:
All hail, sir! tell me who thou art, and name thy country.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
χαῖρ’, ὦ ξέν’, ὅστις δ’ εἶ φράσον πάτραν τε σήν.

[¶16] Odysseus:
Odysseus of Ithaca, king of the Cephallenians’ land.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Ἴθακος Ὀδυσσεύς, γῆς Κεφαλλήνων ἄναξ.

[¶17] Silenus:
I know him for a prating knave, one of Sisyphus’ shrewd offspring.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οἶδ’ ἄνδρα, κρόταλον δριμύ, Σισύφου γένος.

[¶18] Odysseus:
I am the man; abuse me not.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐκεῖνος οὗτός εἰμι· λοιδόρει δὲ μή·

[¶19] Silenus:
Whence hast thou sailed hither to Sicily?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
πόθεν Σικελίαν τήνδε ναυστολῶν πάρει;

[¶20] Odysseus:
From Ilium and the toils of Troy.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐξ Ἰλίου γε κἀπὸ Τρωικῶν πόνων.

[¶21] Silenus:
How was that? didst thou not know the passage to thy native land?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
πῶς; πορθμὸν οὐκ ᾔδησθα πατρῴας χθονός;

[¶22] Odysseus:
Tempestuous winds drove me hither against my will.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἀνέμων θύελλαι δεῦρό μ’ ἥρπασαν βίᾳ.

[¶23] Silenus:
God wot! thou art in the same plight as I am.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
παπαῖ· τὸν αὐτὸν δαίμον’ ἐξαντλεῖς ἐμοί.

[¶24] Odysseus:
Why, wert thou too drifted hither against thy will?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἦ καὶ σὺ δεῦρο πρὸς βίαν ἀπεστάλης;

[¶25] Silenus:
I was, as I pursued the pirates who carried Bromius off.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
λῃστὰς διώκων οἳ Βρόμιον ἀνήρπασαν.

[¶26] Odysseus:
What land is this and who are its inhabitants?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τίς δ’ ἥδε χώρα καὶ τίνες ναίουσί νιν;

[¶27] Silenus:
This is mount Aetna, the highest point in Sicily.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
Αἰτναῖος ὄχθος Σικελίας ὑπέρτατος.

[¶28] Odysseus:
But where are the city-walls and ramparts?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τείχη δὲ ποῦ ’στι καὶ πόλεως πυργώματα;

[¶29] Silenus:
There are none; the headlands, sir, are void of men.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐκ εἴσ’· ἔρημοι πρῶνες ἀνθρώπων, ξένε.

[¶30] Odysseus:
Who then possess the land? the race of wild creatures?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τίνες δ’ ἔχουσι γαῖαν; ἦ θηρῶν γένος;

[¶31] Silenus:
The Cyclopes, who have caves, not roofed houses.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
Κύκλωπες, ἄντρ’ ἔχοντες, οὐ στέγας δόμων.

[¶32] Odysseus:
Obedient unto whom? or is the power in the people’s hands?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τίνος κλύοντες; ἢ δεδήμευται κράτος;

[¶33] Silenus:
They are rovers; no man obeys another in anything.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
νομάδες· ἀκούει δ’ οὐδὲν οὐδεὶς οὐδενός.

[¶34] Odysseus:
Do they sow Demeter’s grain, or on what do they live?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
σπείρουσι δ’—ἢ τῷ ζῶσι;—Δήμητρος στάχυν;

[¶35] Silenus:
On milk and cheese and flesh of sheep.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
γάλακτι καὶ τυροῖσι καὶ μήλων βορᾷ.

[¶36] Odysseus:
Have they the drink of Bromius, the juice of the vine?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Βρομίου δὲ πῶμ’ ἔχουσιν, ἀμπέλου ῥοαῖς;

[¶37] Silenus:
No indeed! and thus it is a joyless land they dwell in.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἥκιστα· τοιγὰρ ἄχορον οἰκοῦσι χθόνα.

[¶38] Odysseus:
Are they hospitable and reverent towards strangers?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
φιλόξενοι δὲ χὥσιοι περὶ ξένους;

[¶39] Silenus:
Strangers, they say, supply the daintiest meat.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
γλυκύτατά φασι τὰ κρέα τοὺς ξένους φορεῖν.

[¶40] Odysseus:
What, do they delight in killing men and eating them?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τί φῄς; βορᾷ χαίρουσιν ἀνθρωποκτόνῳ;

[¶41] Silenus:
No one has ever arrived here without being butchered.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐδεὶς μολὼν δεῦρ’ ὅστις οὐ κατεσφάγη.

[¶42] Odysseus:
Where is the Cyclops himself? inside his dwelling?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
αὐτὸς δὲ Κύκλωψ ποῦ ’στιν; ἦ δόμων ἔσω;

[¶43] Silenus:
He is gone hunting wild beasts with hounds on Aetna.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
φροῦδος πρὸς Αἴτνῃ θῆρας ἰχνεύων κυσίν.

[¶44] Odysseus:
Dost know then what to do, that we may be gone from the land?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
οἶσθ’ οὖν ὃ δρᾶσον, ὡς ἀπαίρωμεν χθονός;

[¶45] Silenus:
Not I, Odysseus; but I would do anything for thee.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐκ οἶδ’, Ὀδυσσεῦ· πᾶν δέ σοι δρῴημεν ἄν.

[¶46] Odysseus:
Sell us food, of which we are in need.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὅδησον ἡμῖν σῖτον, οὗ σπανίζομεν.

[¶47] Silenus:
There is nothing but flesh, as I said.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐκ ἔστιν, ὥσπερ εἶπον, ἄλλο πλὴν κρέας.

[¶48] Odysseus:
Well, even that is a pleasant preventive of hunger.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἀλλ’ ἡδὺ λιμοῦ καὶ τόδε σχετήριον.

[¶49] Silenus:
And there is cheese curdled with fig-juice, and the milk of kine.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
καὶ τυρὸς ὀπίας ἔστι καὶ βοὸς γάλα.

[¶50] Odysseus:
Bring them out; a man should see his purchases.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐκφέρετε· φῶς γὰρ ἐμπολήμασιν πρέπει.

[¶51] Silenus:
But tell me, how much gold wilt thou give me in exchange?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
σὺ δ’ ἀντιδώσεις, εἰπέ μοι, χρυσὸν πόσον;

[¶52] Odysseus:
No gold bring I, but Dionysus’ drink.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
οὐ χρυσόν, ἀλλὰ πῶμα Διονύσου φέρω.

[¶53] Silenus:
Most welcome words! I have long been wanting that.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὦ φίλτατ’ εἰπών, οὗ σπανίζομεν πάλαι.

[¶54] Odysseus:
Yes, it was Maron, the god’s son, who gave me a draught.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
καὶ μὴν Μάρων μοι πῶμ’ ἔδωκε, παῖς θεοῦ.

[¶55] Silenus:
What! Maron whom once I dandled in these arms?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὃν ἐξέθρεψα ταῖσδ’ ἐγώ ποτ’ ἀγκάλαις;

[¶56] Odysseus:
The son of the Bacchic god, that thou mayst learn more certainly.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὁ Βακχίου παῖς, ὡς σαφέστερον μάθῃς.

[¶57] Silenus:
Is it inside the ship, or hast thou it with thee?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἐν σέλμασιν νεώς ἐστιν, ἢ φέρεις σύ νιν;

[¶58] Odysseus:
This, as thou seest, is the skin that holds it, old sir.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὅδ’ ἁσκὸς ὃς κεύθει νιν· ὡς ὁρᾷς, γέρον.

[¶59] Silenus:
Why, that would not give me so much as a mouthful.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὗτος μὲν οὐδ’ ἂν τὴν γνάθον πλήσειέ μου.

[¶60] Odysseus:
This, and twice as much again as will run from the skin.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ναί·
δὶς ⟨γὰρ⟩ τόσον πῶμ’ ὅσον ἂν ἐξ ἀσκοῦ ῥυῇ.

[¶61] Silenus:
Fair the rill thou speakest of, delicious to me.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
καλήν γε κρήνην εἶπας ἡδεῖάν τ’ ἐμοί.

[¶62] Odysseus:
Shall I let thee taste the wine unmixed, to start with?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
βούλῃ σε γεύσω πρῶτον ἄκρατον μέθυ;

[¶63] Silenus:
A reasonable offer; for of a truth a taste invites the purchase.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
δίκαιον· ἦ γὰρ γεῦμα τὴν ὠνὴν καλεῖ.

[¶64] Odysseus:
Well, I haul about a cup as well as the skin.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
καὶ μὴν ἐφέλκω καὶ ποτῆρ’ ἀσκοῦ μέτα.

[¶65] Silenus:
Come, let it gurgle in, that I may revive my memory by a pull at it.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
φέρ’ ἐκπάταξον, ὡς ἀναμνησθῶ πιών.

[¶66] Odysseus:
There then!

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἰδού.

[¶67] Silenus:
Ye gods! what a delicious scent it has!

> Greek: Σιληνός:
παπαιάξ, ὡς καλὴν ὀσμὴν ἔχει.

[¶68] Odysseus:
What! didst thou see it?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
εἶδες γὰρ αὐτήν;

[¶69] Silenus:
No, i’ faith, but I smell it.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐ μὰ Δί’, ἀλλ’ ὀσφραίνομαι.

[¶70] Odysseus:
Taste it then, that thy approval may not stop at words.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
γεῦσαί νυν, ὡς ἂν μὴ λόγῳ ’’παινῇς μόνον.

[¶71] Silenus:
Zounds! Bacchus is inviting me to dance; ha! ha!

> Greek: Σιληνός:
βαβαί· χορεῦσαι παρακαλεῖ μ’ ὁ Βάκχιος.
ἆ ἆ ἆ.

[¶72] Odysseus:
Did it not gurgle finely down thy throttle?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
μῶν τὸν λάρυγγα διεκάναξέ σου καλῶς;

[¶73] Silenus:
Aye that it did, to the ends of my fingers.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὥστ’ εἰς ἄκρους γε τοὺς ὄνυχας ἀφίκετο.

[¶74] Odysseus:
Well, we will give thee money besides.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
πρὸς τῷδε μέντοι καὶ νόμισμα δώσομεν.

[¶75] Silenus:
Only undo the skin, and never mind the money.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
χάλα τὸν ἀσκὸν μόνον· ἔα τὸ χρυσίον.

[¶76] Odysseus:
Bring out the cheeses then and lambs.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐκφέρετέ νυν τυρεύματ’ ἢ μήλων τόκον.

[¶77] Silenus:
I will do so, with small thought of any master. For let me have a single cup of that and I would turn madman,
giving in exchange for it the flocks of every Cyclops and then throwing myself into the sea from the Leucadian  rock, once I have been well drunk and smoothed out my wrinkled brow. For if a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in drinking there is love
with all its frolic, and dancing withal, and oblivion of woe. Shall not I then purchase so rare a drink, bidding the senseless Cyclops and his central eye go hang? Exit Silenus.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
δράσω τάδ’, ὀλίγον φροντίσας γε δεσποτῶν.
ὡς ἐκπιεῖν γ’ ἂν κύλικα μαινοίμην μίαν,
πάντων Κυκλώπων ἀντιδοὺς βοσκήματα,
ῥῖψαι τ’ ἐς ἅλμην Λευκάδος πέτρας ἄπο,
ἅπαξ μεθυσθεὶς καταβαλών τε τὰς ὀφρῦς.
ὡς ὅς γε πίνων μὴ γέγηθε μαίνεται·
ἵν’ ἔστι τουτί τ’ ὀρθὸν ἐξανιστάναι
μαστοῦ τε δραγμὸς καὶ παρεσκευασμένου
ψαῦσαι χεροῖν λειμῶνος, ὀρχηστύς θ’ ἅμα
κακῶν τε λῆστις. εἶτ’ ἐγὼ ⟨οὐ⟩ κυνήσομαι
τοιόνδε πῶμα, τὴν Κύκλωπος ἀμαθίαν
κλαίειν κελεύων καὶ τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν μέσον;

[¶78] Chorus:
Hearken, Odysseus, let us hold some converse with thee.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἄκου’, Ὀδυσσεῦ· διαλαλήσωμέν τί σοι.

[¶79] Odysseus:
Well, do so; ours is a meeting of friends.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
καὶ μὴν φίλοι γε προσφέρεσθε πρὸς φίλον.

[¶80] Chorus:
Did you take Troy and capture the famous Helen?

> Greek: Χορός:
ἐλάβετε Τροίαν τὴν Ἑλένην τε χειρίαν;

[¶81] Odysseus:
Aye, and we destroyed the whole family of Priam.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
καὶ πάντα γ’ οἶκον Πριαμιδῶν ἐπέρσαμεν.

[¶82] Chorus:
After capturing your blooming prize,
were all of you in turn her lovers? for she likes variety in husbands; the traitress! the sight of a man with embroidered breeches on his legs and a golden chain about his neck so fluttered her,
that she left Menelaus, her excellent little husband. Would there had never been a race of women born into the world at all, unless it were for me alone!

> Greek: Χορός:
οὔκουν, ἐπειδὴ τὴν νεᾶνιν εἵλετε,
ἅπαντες αὐτὴν διεκροτήσατ’ ἐν μέρει,
ἐπεί γε πολλοῖς ἥδεται γαμουμένη;
τὴν προδότιν, ἣ τοὺς θυλάκους τοὺς ποικίλους
περὶ τοῖν σκελοῖν ἰδοῦσα καὶ τὸν χρύσεον
κλῳὸν φοροῦντα περὶ μέσον τὸν αὐχένα
ἐξεπτοήθη, Μενέλεων, ἀνθρώπιον
λῷστον, λιποῦσα. μηδαμοῦ γένος ποτὲ
φῦναι γυναικῶν ὤφελ’ — εἰ μὴ ’μοὶ μόνῳ.

[¶83] Silenus:
(reappearing with food.) Lo! I bring you fat food from the flocks, king Odysseus, the young of bleating sheep
and cheeses of curdled milk without stint. Carry them away with you and be gone from the cave at once, after giving me a drink of merry grape-juice in exchange.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἰδοὺ τάδ’ ὑμῖν ποιμένων βοσκήματα,
ἄναξ Ὀδυσσεῦ, μηκάδων ἀρνῶν τροφαί,
πηκτοῦ γάλακτός τ’ οὐ σπάνια τυρεύματα.
φέρεσθε· χωρεῖθ’ ὡς τάχιστ’ ἄντρων ἄπο,
βότρυος ἐμοὶ πῶμ’ ἀντιδόντες εὐίου.

[¶84] Chorus:
Alack! yonder comes the Cyclops; what shall we do?

> Greek: —οἴμοι· Κύκλωψ ὅδ’ ἔρχεται· τί δράσομεν;

[¶85] Odysseus:
Then truly are we lost, old sir! whither must we fly?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἀπολώλαμεν γάρ, ὦ γέρον· ποῖ χρὴ φυγεῖν;

[¶86] Silenus:
Inside this rock, for there ye may conceal yourselves.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἔσω πέτρας τῆσδ’, οὗπερ ἂν λάθοιτέ γε.

[¶87] Odysseus:
Dangerous advice of thine, to run into the net!

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
δεινὸν τόδ’ εἶπας, ἀρκύων μολεῖν ἔσω.

[¶88] Silenus:
No danger; there are ways of escape in plenty in the rock.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὐ δεινόν· εἰσὶ καταφυγαὶ πολλαὶ πέτρας.

[¶89] Odysseus:
No, never that; for surely Troy will groan and loudly too, if we flee from a single man, when I have oft withstood
with my shield a countless host of Phrygians. Nay, if die we must, we will die a noble death; or, if we live, we will maintain our old renown at least with credit.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
οὐ δῆτ’· ἐπεί τἂν μεγάλα γ’ ἡ Τροία στένοι,
εἰ φευξόμεσθ’ ἕν’ ἄνδρα, μυρίον δ’ ὄχλον
Φρυγῶν ὑπέστην πολλάκις σὺν ἀσπίδι.
ἀλλ’, εἰ θανεῖν δεῖ, κατθανούμεθ’ εὐγενῶς,
ἢ ζῶντες αἶνον τὸν πάρος συσσώσομεν.

[¶90] Cyclops:
A light here! hold it up! what is this? what means this idleness, your Bacchic revelry? Here have we no Dionysus,
nor clash of brass, nor roll of drums. Pray, how is it with my newly-born lambs in the caves? are they at the teat, running close to the side of their dams? Is the full amount of milk for cheeses milked out in baskets of rushes?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἄνεχε· πάρεχε· τί τάδε· τίς ἡ ῥᾳθυμία;
τί βακχιάζετ’; οὐχὶ Διόνυσος τάδε,
οὐ κρόταλα χαλκοῦ τυμπάνων τ’ ἀράγματα.
πῶς μοι κατ’ ἄντρα νεόγονα βλαστήματα;
ἦ πρός γε μαστοῖς εἰσι χὑπὸ μητέρων
πλευρὰς τρέχουσι, σχοινίνοις τ’ ἐν τεύχεσιν
πλήρωμα τυρῶν ἐστιν ἐξημελγμένον;

[¶91] How now? what say you? One of ye will soon be shedding tears from the weight of my club; look up, not down.

> Greek: τί φατε; τί λέγετε; τάχα τις ὑμῶν τῷ ξύλῳ
δάκρυα μεθήσει· βλέπετ’ ἄνω καὶ μὴ κάτω.

[¶92] Chorus:
There! my head is bent back till I see Zeus himself; I behold both the stars and Orion.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἰδού, πρὸς αὐτὸν τὸν Δί’ ἀνακεκύφαμεν,
καὶ τἄστρα καὶ τὸν Ὠρίωνα δέρκομαι.

[¶93] Cyclops:
Is my breakfast quite ready?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἄριστόν ἐστιν εὖ παρεσκευασμένον;

[¶94] Chorus:’Tis laid; be thy throat only ready.

> Greek: Χορός:
πάρεστιν. ὁ φάρυγξ εὐτρεπὴς ἔστω μόνον.

[¶95] Cyclops:
Are the bowls too full of milk?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἦ καὶ γάλακτός εἰσι κρατῆρες πλέῳ;

[¶96] Chorus:
Aye, so that thou canst swill off a whole hogshead, so it please thee.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὥστ’ ἐκπιεῖν γέ σ’, ἢν θέλῃς, ὅλον πίθον.

[¶97] Cyclops:
Sheeps’ milk or cows’ milk or a mixture of both?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
μήλειον ἢ βόειον ἢ μεμιγμένον;

[¶98] Chorus:
Whichever thou wilt; don’t swallow me, that’s all.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὧν ἂν θέλῃς σύ, μὴ ’μὲ καταπίῃς μόνον.

[¶99] Cyclops:
Not I; for you would start kicking in the pit of my stomach and kill me by your antics. (Catching sight of Odysseus and his followers.) Ha! what is this crowd I see near the folds? Some pirates or robbers have put in here. Yes, I really see the lambs from my caves
tied up there with twisted osiers, cheese-presses scattered about, and old Silenus with his bald pate all swollen with blows.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἥκιστ’· ἐπεί μ’ ἂν ἐν μέσῃ τῇ γαστέρι
πηδῶντες ἀπολέσαιτ’ ἂν ὑπὸ τῶν σχημάτων.
ἔα· τίν’ ὄχλον τόνδ’ ὁρῶ πρὸς αὐλίοις;
λῃσταί τινες κατέσχον ἢ κλῶπες χθόνα;
ὁρῶ γέ τοι τούσδ’ ἄρνας ἐξ ἄντρων ἐμῶν
στρεπταῖς λύγοισι σῶμα συμπεπλεγμένους,
τεύχη τε τυρῶν συμμιγῆ, γέροντά τε
πληγαῖς πρόσωπον φαλακρὸν ἐξῳδηκότα.

[¶100] Silenus:
Oh! oh! poor wretch that I am, pounded to a fever.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὤμοι, πυρέσσω συγκεκομμένος τάλας.

[¶101] Cyclops:
By whom? who has been pounding thy head, old sirrah?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὑπὸ τοῦ; τίς ἐς σὸν κρᾶτ’ ἐπύκτευσεν, γέρον;

[¶102] Silenus:
These are the culprits, Cyclops, all because I refused to let them plunder thee.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὑπὸ τῶνδε, Κύκλωψ, ὅτι τὰ σ’ οὐκ εἴων φέρειν.

[¶103] Cyclops:
Did they not know I was a god and sprung from gods?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὐκ ᾖσαν ὄντα θεόν με καὶ θεῶν ἄπο;

[¶104] Silenus:
That was what I told them, but they persisted in plundering thy goods, and, in spite of my efforts, they actually began to eat the cheese and carry off the lambs; and they said they would
tie thee in a three-cubit pillory and tear out thy bowels by force at thy navel, and flay thy back thoroughly with the scourge; and then, after binding thee, fling thy carcase down among the benches of their ship to sell to some one
for heaving up stones, or else throw thee into a mill.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἔλεγον ἐγὼ τάδ’· οἳ δ’ ἐφόρουν τὰ χρήματα·
καὶ τόν γε τυρὸν οὐκ ἐῶντος ἤσθιον
τούς τ’ ἄρνας ἐξεφοροῦντο· δήσαντες δὲ σὲ
κλῳῷ τριπήχει, κᾆτα τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν μέσον
…
τὰ σπλάγχν’ ἔφασκον ἐξαμήσεσθαι βίᾳ,
μάστιγί τ’ εὖ τὸ νῶτον ἀποθλίψειν σέθεν,
κἄπειτα συνδήσαντες ἐς θἁδώλια
τῆς νηὸς ἐμβαλόντες ἀποδώσειν τινὶ
πέτρους μοχλεύειν, ἢ ’ς μυλῶνα καταβαλεῖν.

[¶105] Cyclops:
Oh, indeed! Be off then and sharpen my cleavers at once; heap high the faggots and light them; for they shall be slain forthwith and fill this maw of mine,
what time I pick my feast hot from the coals, waiting not for carvers, and fish up the rest from the cauldron boiled and sodden; for I have had my fill of mountain-fare and sated myself with banquets of lions and stags, but ’tis long I have been without human flesh.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἄληθες; οὔκουν κοπίδας ὡς τάχιστ’ ἰὼν
θήξεις μαχαίρας καὶ μέγαν φάκελον ξύλων
ἐπιθεὶς ἀνάψεις; ὡς σφαγέντες αὐτίκα
πλήσουσι νηδὺν τὴν ἐμὴν ἀπ’ ἄνθρακος
θερμὴν ἔδοντος δαῖτα τῷ κρεανόμῳ,
τὰ δ’ ἐκ λέβητος ἑφθὰ καὶ τετηκότα.
ὡς ἔκπλεώς γε δαιτός εἰμ’ ὀρεσκόου·
ἅλις λεόντων ἐστί μοι θοινωμένῳ
ἐλάφων τε, χρόνιος δ’ εἴμ’ ἀπ’ ἀνθρώπων βορᾶς.

[¶106] Silenus:
Truly, master, a change like this is all the sweeter after everyday fare; for just of late there have been no fresh arrivals of strangers at these caves.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
τὰ καινά γ’ ἐκ τῶν ἠθάδων, ὦ δέσποτα,
ἡδίον’ ἐστίν. οὐ γὰρ αὖ νεωστί γε
ἄλλοι πρὸς ἄντρα σοι ἐσαφίκοντο ξένοι.

[¶107] Odysseus:
Hear the strangers too in turn, Cyclops. We had come near the cave from our ship,
wishing to procure provisions by purchase, when this fellow sold us the lambs and handed them over for a stoup of wine to drink himself,—a voluntary act on both sides,—there was no violence employed at all. No, there is not a particle of truth in the story he tells,
now that he has been caught selling thy property behind thy back.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Κύκλωψ, ἄκουσον ἐν μέρει καὶ τῶν ξένων.
ἡμεῖς βορᾶς χρῄζοντες ἐμπολὴν λαβεῖν
σῶν ἆσσον ἄντρων ἤλθομεν νεὼς ἄπο.
τοὺς δ’ ἄρνας ἡμῖν οὗτος ἀντ’ οἴνου σκύφου
ἀπημπόλα τε κἀδίδου πιεῖν λαβὼν
ἑκὼν ἑκοῦσι, κοὐδὲν ἦν τούτων βίᾳ.
ἀλλ’ οὗτος ὑγιὲς οὐδὲν ὧν φησιν λέγει,
ἐπεὶ κατελήφθη σοῦ λάθρᾳ πωλῶν τὰ σά.

[¶108] Silenus:
I? Perdition catch thee!

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἐγώ; κακῶς γὰρ ἐξόλοι’.

[¶109] Odysseus:
If I am lying, yes.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
εἰ ψεύδομαι.

[¶110] Silenus:
O Cyclops, by thy sire Poseidon, by mighty Triton and Nereus, by Calypso and the daughters of Nereus,
by the sacred billows and all the race of fishes! I swear to thee, most noble sir, dear little Cyclops, master mine, it is not I who sell thy goods to strangers, else may these children, dearly as I love them, come to an evil end.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
μὰ τὸν Ποσειδῶ τὸν τεκόντα σ’, ὦ Κύκλωψ,
μὰ τὸν μέγαν Τρίτωνα καὶ τὸν Νηρέα,
μὰ τὴν Καλυψὼ τάς τε Νηρέως κόρας,
τά θ’ ἱερὰ κύματ’ ἰχθύων τε πᾶν γένος,
ἀπώμοσ’, ὦ κάλλιστον ὦ Κυκλώπιον,
ὦ δεσποτίσκε, μὴ τὰ σ’ ἐξοδᾶν ἐγὼ
ξένοισι χρήματ’. ἢ κακῶς οὗτοι κακοὶ
οἱ παῖδες ἀπόλοινθ’, οὓς μάλιστ’ ἐγὼ φιλῶ.

[¶111] Chorus:
Keep that for thyself; with my own eyes I saw thee sell the goods to the strangers; and if I lie, perdition catch my sire! but injure not the strangers.

> Greek: Χορός:
αὐτὸς ἔχ’. ἔγωγε τοῖς ξένοις τὰ χρήματα
περνάντα σ’ εἶδον· εἰ δ’ ἐγὼ ψευδῆ λέγω,
ἀπόλοιθ’ ὁ πατήρ μου· τοὺς ξένους δὲ μὴ ἀδίκει.

[¶112] Cyclops:
Ye lie; for my part I put more faith in him than Rhadamanthus, declaring him more just.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ψεύδεσθ’· ἔγωγε τῷδε τοῦ Ῥαδαμάνθυος
μᾶλλον πέποιθα καὶ δικαιότερον λέγω.

[¶113] But I have some questions to ask. Whence sailed ye, strangers? of what country are you? what city was it nursed your childhood?

> Greek: θέλω δ’ ἐρέσθαι· πόθεν ἐπλεύσατ’, ὦ ξένοι;
ποδαποί; τίς ὑμᾶς ἐξεπαίδευσεν πόλις;

[¶114] Odysseus:
We are Ithacans by birth, and have been driven from our course by the winds of the sea on our way from Ilium, after sacking its citadel.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Ἰθακήσιοι μὲν τὸ γένος, Ἰλίου δ’ ἄπο,
πέρσαντες ἄστυ, πνεύμασιν θαλασσίοις
σὴν γαῖαν ἐξωσθέντες ἥκομεν, Κύκλωψ.

[¶115] Cyclops:
Are ye the men who visited on Ilium, that bordereth on Scamander’s wave, the rape of Helen, worst of women?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἦ τῆς κακίστης οἳ μετήλθεθ’ ἁρπαγὰς
Ἑλένης Σκαμάνδρου γείτον’ Ἰλίου πόλιν;

[¶116] Odysseus:
We are; that was the fearful labour we endured.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
οὗτοι, πόνον τὸν δεινὸν ἐξηντληκότες.

[¶117] Cyclops:
A sorry expedition yours, to have sailed to the land of Phrygia for the sake of one woman!

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
αἰσχρὸν στράτευμά γ’, οἵτινες μιᾶς χάριν
γυναικὸς ἐξεπλεύσατ’ ἐς γαῖαν Φρυγῶν.

[¶118] Odysseus:
It was a god’s doing; blame not any son of man. But thee do we implore, most noble son of Ocean’s god, speaking as free-born men; be not so cruel as to slay thy friends on their coming to thy cave, nor regard us as food for thy jaws, an impious meal;

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
θεοῦ τὸ πρᾶγμα· μηδέν’ αἰτιῶ βροτῶν.
ἡμεῖς δέ σ’, ὦ θεοῦ ποντίου γενναῖε παῖ,
ἱκετεύομέν τε καὶ λέγομεν ἐλευθέρως·
μὴ τλῇς πρὸς ἄντρα σοι ἐσαφιγμένους φίλους
κτανεῖν βοράν τε δυσσεβῆ θέσθαι γνάθοις·

[¶119] for we preserved thy sire, O king, in possession of his temple-seats deep in the nooks of Hellas; and the sacred port of Taenarus and Malea’s furthest coves remain unharmed; and Sunium’s rock, the silver-veined, sacred to Zeus-born Athena, still is safe,
and Geraestus, the harbour of refuge; and we did not permit Phrygians to put such an intolerable reproach on Hellas. Now in these things thou too hast a share, for thou dwellest in a corner of the land of Hellas beneath Aetna’s fire-streaming rock; and although thou turn from arguments,
still it is a custom amongst mortal men to receive shipwrecked sailors as their suppliants and show them hospitality and help them with raiment; not that these should fill thy jaws and belly, their limbs transfixed with spits for piercing ox-flesh. The land of Priam hath emptied Hellas quite enough,
drinking the blood of many whom the spear laid low, with the ruin it has brought on widowed wives, on aged childless dames, and hoary-headed sires; and if thou roast and consume the remnant,—a meal thou wilt rue,—why, where shall one turn? Nay, be persuaded by me, Cyclops;

> Greek: οἳ τὸν σόν, ὦναξ, πατέρ’ ἔχειν νεῶν ἕδρας
ἐρρυσάμεσθα γῆς ἐν Ἑλλάδος μυχοῖς.
ἱερεύς τ’ ἄθραυστος Ταινάρου μένει λιμὴν
Μαλέας τ’ ἄκροι κευθμῶνες ἥ τε Σουνίου
δίας Ἀθάνας σῶς ὑπάργυρος πέτρα
Γεραίστιοί τε καταφυγαί· τὰ θ’ Ἑλλάδος
δύσφρον’ ὀνείδη Φρυξὶν οὐκ ἐδώκαμεν·
ὧν καὶ σὺ κοινοῖ· γῆς γὰρ Ἑλλάδος μυχοὺς
οἰκεῖς ὑπ’ Αἴτνῃ, τῇ πυριστάκτῳ πέτρᾳ.
νόμος δὲ θνητοῖς, εἰ λόγους ἀποστρέφῃ,
ἱκέτας δέχεσθαι ποντίους ἐφθαρμένους
ξένιά τε δοῦναι καὶ πέπλοις ἐπαρκέσαι,
οὐκ ἀμφὶ βουπόροισι πηχθέντας μέλη
ὀβελοῖσι νηδὺν καὶ γνάθον πλῆσαι σέθεν.
ἅλις δὲ Πριάμου γαῖ’ ἐχήρωσ’ Ἑλλάδα,
πολλῶν νεκρῶν πιοῦσα δοριπετῆ φόνον,
ἀλόχους τ’ ἀνάνδρους γραῦς τ’ ἄπαιδας ὤλεσεν
πολιούς τε πατέρας. εἰ δὲ τοὺς λελειμμένους
σὺ συμπυρώσας δαῖτ’ ἀναλώσεις πικράν,
ποῖ τρέψεταί τις; ἀλλ’ ἐμοὶ πιθοῦ, Κύκλωψ·

[¶120] forego thy ravenous greed and choose piety rather than wickedness; for on many a man ere now unrighteous gains have brought down retribution.

> Greek: πάρες τὸ μάργον σῆς γνάθου, τὸ δ’ εὐσεβὲς
τῆς δυσσεβείας ἀνθελοῦ· πολλοῖσι γὰρ
κέρδη πονηρὰ ζημίαν ἠμείψατο.

[¶121] Silenus:..... I will give thee a word of advice! as for his flesh, leave not a morsel of it, and if thou eat his tongue,
Cyclops, thou wilt become a monstrous clever talker.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
παραινέσαι σοι βούλομαι· τῶν γὰρ κρεῶν
μηδὲν λίπῃς τοῦδ’, ἤν τε τὴν γλῶσσαν δάκῃς,
κομψὸς γενήσῃ καὶ λαλίστατος, Κύκλωψ.

[¶122] Cyclops:
Wealth, manikin, is the god for the wise; all else is mere vaunting and fine words. Plague take the headlands by the sea, on which my father seats himself! Why hast thou put forward these arguments?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὁ πλοῦτος, ἀνθρωπίσκε, τοῖς σοφοῖς θεός,
τὰ δ’ ἄλλα κόμποι καὶ λόγων εὐμορφίαι.
ἄκρας δ’ ἐναλίας ἃς καθίδρυται πατὴρ
χαίρειν κελεύω· τί τάδε προυστήσω λόγῳ;

[¶123] I shudder not at Zeus’s thunder, nor know I wherein Zeus is a mightier god than I, sir stranger; what is more, I reck not of him; my reasons hear. When he pours down the rain from above, here in this rock in quarters snug,
feasting on roast calf’s flesh or some wild game and moistening well my upturned paunch with deep draughts from a tub of milk, I rival the thunderclaps of Zeus with my artillery; and when the north-wind blows from Thrace and sheddeth snow,
I wrap my carcase in the hides of beasts and light a fire, and what care I for snow? The earth perforce, whether she like it or not, produces grass and fattens my flocks, which I sacrifice to no one save myself
and this belly, the greatest of deities; but to the gods, not I! For surely to eat and drink one’s fill from day to day and give oneself no grief at all, this is the king of gods for your wise man, but lawgivers go hang, chequering, as they do, the life of man!
And so I will not cease from  indulging myself by devouring thee; and thou shalt receive this stranger’s gift, that I may be free of blame,—fire and my father’s element yonder, and a cauldron to hold thy flesh and boil it nicely in collops.

> Greek: Ζηνὸς δ’ ἐγὼ κεραυνὸν οὐ φρίσσω, ξένε,
οὐδ’ οἶδ’ ὅ τι Ζεύς ἐστ’ ἐμοῦ κρείσσων θεός.
οὔ μοι μέλει τὸ λοιπόν· ὡς δ’ οὔ μοι μέλει,
ἄκουσον. ὅταν ἄνωθεν ὄμβρον ἐκχέῃ,
ἐν τῇδε πέτρᾳ στέγν’ ἔχων σκηνώματα,
ἢ μόσχον ὀπτὸν ἤ τι θήρειον δάκος
δαινύμενος, εὖ τέγγων τε γαστέρ’ ὑπτίαν,
ἐπεκπιὼν γάλακτος ἀμφορέα, πέπλον
κρούω, Διὸς βρονταῖσιν εἰς ἔριν κτυπῶν.
ὅταν δὲ βορέας χιόνα Θρῄκιος χέῃ,
δοραῖσι θηρῶν σῶμα περιβαλὼν ἐμὸν
καὶ πῦρ ἀναίθων—χιόνος οὐδέν μοι μέλει.
ἡ γῆ δ’ ἀνάγκῃ, κἂν θέλῃ κἂν μὴ θέλῃ,
τίκτουσα ποίαν τἀμὰ πιαίνει βοτά.
ἁγὼ οὔτινι θύω πλὴν ἐμοί, θεοῖσι δ’ οὔ,
καὶ τῇ μεγίστῃ, γαστρὶ τῇδε, δαιμόνων.
ὡς τοὐμπιεῖν γε κὰμφαγεῖν τοὐφ’ ἡμέραν
Ζεὺς οὗτος ἀνθρώποισι τοῖσι σώφροσιν,
λυπεῖν δὲ μηδὲν αὑτόν. οἳ δὲ τοὺς νόμους
ἔθεντο ποικίλλοντες ἀνθρώπων βίον,
κλαίειν ἄνωγα· τὴν ⟨δ’⟩ ἐμὴν ψυχὴν ἐγὼ
οὐ παύσομαι δρῶν εὖ—κατεσθίων τε σέ.
ξένιά τε λήψῃ τοιάδ’, ὡς ἄμεμπτος ὦ,
πῦρ καὶ πατρῷον τόνδε λέβητά γ’, ὃς ζέσας
σὴν σάρκα διαφόρητον ἀμφέξει καλῶς.

[¶124] So in with you, that ye may feast me well, standing round the altar to honour the cavern’s god. [Enters his cave.

> Greek: ἀλλ’ ἕρπετ’ εἴσω, τῷ κατ’ αὔλιον θεῷ
ἵν’ ἀμφὶ βωμὸν στάντες εὐωχῆτέ με.

[¶125] Odysseus:
Alas! escaped from the troubles of Troy and the sea, my barque now strands upon the whim and forbidding heart of this savage.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
αἰαῖ, πόνους μὲν Τρωικοὺς ὑπεξέδυν
θαλασσίους τε, νῦν δ’ ἐς ἀνδρὸς ἀνοσίου
γνώμην κατέσχον ἀλίμενόν τε καρδίαν.

[¶126] O Pallas, mistress mine, goddess-daughter of Zeus, help me, help me now; for I am come to toils and depths of peril worse than all at Ilium; and thou, O Zeus, the stranger’s god, who hast thy dwelling ’mid the radiant stars, behold these things;
for, if thou regard them not, in vain art thou esteemed the great god Zeus, though but a thing of naught. [Follows the Cyclops reluctantly.

> Greek: ὦ Παλλάς, ὦ δέσποινα Διογενὲς θεά,
νῦν νῦν ἄρηξον· κρείσσονας γὰρ Ἰλίου
πόνους ἀφῖγμαι κἀπὶ κινδύνου βάθρα.
σύ τ’, ὦ φαεννῶν ἀστέρων οἰκῶν ἕδρας
Ζεῦ ξένι’, ὅρα τάδ’· εἰ γὰρ αὐτὰ μὴ βλέπεις,
ἄλλως νομίζῃ Ζεὺς τὸ μηδὲν ὢν θεός.

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[¶0] Chorus:
Ope wide the portal of thy gaping throat, Cyclops; for strangers’ limbs, both boiled and grilled, are ready from off the coals for thee to gnaw and tear and mince up small,
reclining in thy shaggy goatskin coat.

> Greek: Χορός:
Εὐρείας φάρυγγος, ὦ Κύκλωψ,
ἀναστόμου τὸ χεῖλος· ὡς ἕτοιμά σοι
ἑφθὰ καὶ ὀπτὰ καὶ ἀνθρακιᾶς ἄπο …
χναύειν, βρύκειν,
κρεοκοπεῖν μέλη ξένων,
δασυμάλλῳ ἐν αἰγίδι κλινομένῳ.

[¶1] Chorus:
Relinquish not thy meal for me; keep that boat for thyself alone. Avaunt this cave! avaunt the burnt-offerings,
which the godless Cyclops offers on Aetna’s altars, exulting in meals on strangers’ flesh!

> Greek: Χορός:
Μή μοι μὴ προσδίδου·
μόνος μόνῳ γέμιζε πορθμίδος σκάφος.
χαιρέτω μὲν αὖλις ἅδε,
χαιρέτω δὲ θυμάτων
ἀποβώμιος ἃν ἔχει θυσίαν
Κύκλωψ Αἰτναῖος ξενικῶν
κρεῶν κεχαρμένος βορᾷ.

[¶2] Chorus:
Oh! the ruthless monster! to sacrifice his guests at his own hearth, the suppliants of his halls, cleaving and tearing and serving up to his loathsome teeth a feast of human flesh, hot from the coals.

> Greek: Χορός:
Νηλής, ὦ τλᾶμον, ὅστις [δωμάτων]
ἐφεστίους [ξενικοὺς] ἱκτῆρας ἐκθύει δόμων,
ἑφθά τε δαινύμενος, μυσαροῖσί τ’ ὀδοῦσιν
κόπτων βρύκων
[ἀνθρώπων] θέρμ’ ἀπ’ ἀνθράκων κρέα,
…

[¶3] Chorus:
…

> Greek: Χορός:
Μή μοι μὴ προσδίδου·
μόνος μόνῳ γέμιζε πορθμίδος σκάφος.
χαιρέτω μὲν αὖλις ἅδε,
χαιρέτω δὲ θυμάτων
ἀποβώμιος ἃν ἔχει θυσίαν
Κύκλωψ Αἰτναῖος ξενικῶν
κρεῶν κεχαρμένος βορᾷ.

[¶4] Odysseus:
(reappearing with a look of horror.) O Zeus! what can I say after the hideous sights I have seen inside the cave, things past belief, resembling more the tales men tell than aught they do?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὦ Ζεῦ, τί λέξω, δείν’ ἰδὼν ἄντρων ἔσω
κοὐ πιστά, μύθοις εἰκότ’, οὐδ’ ἔργοις βροτῶν;

[¶5] Chorus:
What news, Odysseus? has the Cyclops, most godless monster, been feasting on thy dear comrades?

> Greek: Χορός:
τί δ’ ἔστ’, Ὀδυσσεῦ; μῶν τεθοίναται σέθεν
φίλους ἑταίρους ἀνοσιώτατος Κύκλωψ;

[¶6] Odysseus:
Aye, he singled out a pair, on whom the flesh was
fattest and in best condition, and took them up in his hand to weigh.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
δισσούς γ’ ἀθρήσας κἀπιβαστάσας χεροῖν,
οἳ σαρκὸς εἶχον εὐτραφέστατον πάχος.

[¶7] Chorus:
How went it with you then, poor wretch?

> Greek: Χορός:
πῶς, ὦ ταλαίπωρ’, ἦτε πάσχοντες τάδε;

[¶8] Odysseus:
When we had entered yonder rocky abode, he lighted first a fire, throwing logs of towering oak upon his spacious hearth,
enough for three waggons to carry as their load; next, close by the blazing flame, he placed his couch of pine-boughs laid upon the floor, and filled a bowl of some ten firkins, pouring white milk thereinto, after he had milked his kine;

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐπεὶ πετραίαν τήνδ’ ἐσήλθομεν χθόνα,
ἀνέκαυσε μὲν πῦρ πρῶτον, ὑψηλῆς δρυὸς
κορμοὺς πλατείας ἐσχάρας βαλὼν ἔπι,
τρισσῶν ἁμαξῶν ὡς ἀγώγιμον βάρος.
ἔπειτα φύλλων ἐλατίνων χαμαιπετῆ
ἔστρωσεν εὐνὴν πλησίον πυρὸς φλογί.
κρατῆρα δ’ ἐξέπλησεν ὡς δεκάμφορον,
μόσχους ἀμέλξας, λευκὸν ἐσχέας γάλα.

[¶9] and by his side he put a can of ivy-wood, whose breadth was three cubits and its depth four maybe; [next he set his brazen pot a-boiling on the fire,] spits too he set beside him, fashioned of the branches of thorn, their points hardened in the fire and the rest of them trimmed with the hatchet,
and the blood-bowls of Aetna for the axe’s edge. Now when that hell-cook, god-detested, had everything quite ready, he caught up a pair of my companions and proceeded deliberately to cut the throat of one of them over the yawning brazen pot;
but the other he clutched by the tendon of his heel, and, striking him against a sharp point of rocky stone, dashed out his brains; then, after hacking the fleshy parts with glutton cleaver, he set to grilling them, but the limbs he threw into his cauldron to seethe.
And I, poor wretch, drew near with streaming eyes and waited on the Cyclops; but the others kept cowering like frightened birds in crannies of the rock, and the blood forsook their skin.

> Greek: σκύφος τε κισσοῦ παρέθετ’ εἰς εὖρος τριῶν
πήχεων, βάθος δὲ τεσσάρων ἐφαίνετο.
καὶ χάλκεον λέβητ’ ἐπέζεσεν πυρί,
ὀβελούς τ’, ἄκρους μὲν ἐγκεκαυμένους πυρί,
ξεστοὺς δὲ δρεπάνῳ τἄλλα, παλιούρου κλάδων,
Αἰτναῖά τε σφαγεῖα πελέκεων γνάθοις.
ὡς δ’ ἦν ἕτοιμα πάντα τῷ θεοστυγεῖ
Ἅιδου μαγείρῳ, φῶτε συμμάρψας δύο
ἔσφαζ’ ἑταίρων τῶν ἐμῶν, ῥυθμῷ θ’ ἐνὶ
τὸν μὲν λέβητος ἐς κύτος χαλκήλατον,
τὸν δ’ αὖ, τένοντος ἁρπάσας ἄκρου ποδός,
παίων πρὸς ὀξὺν στόνυχα πετραίου λίθου,
ἐγκέφαλον ἐξέρρανε, καὶ καθαρπάσας
λάβρῳ μαχαίρᾳ σάρκας ἐξώπτα πυρί
τὰ δ’ ἐς λέβητ’ ἐφῆκεν ἕψεσθαι μέλη
ἐγὼ δ’ ὁ τλήμων δάκρυ’ ἀπ’ ὀφθαλμῶν χέων
ἐχριμπτόμην Κύκλωπι κἀδιακόνουν·
ἅλλοι δ’ ὅπως ὄρνιθες ἐν μυχοῖς πέτρας
πτήξαντες εἶχον, αἷμα δ’ οὐκ ἐνῆν χροΐ.

[¶10] Anon, when he had gorged himself upon my comrades’ flesh and
had fallen on his back, breathing heavily, there came a sudden inspiration to me. I filled a cup of this Maronian wine and offered him a draught, saying, “Cyclops, son of Ocean’s god, see here what heavenly drink the grapes of Hellas yield,”
“glad gift of Dionysus.” He, glutted with his shameless meal, took and drained it at one draught, and, lifting up his hand, he thanked me thus, “Dearest to me of all my guests! fair the drink thou givest me to crown so fair a feast.”

> Greek: ἐπεὶ δ’ ἑταίρων τῶν ἐμῶν πλησθεὶς βορᾶς
ἀνέπεσε, φάρυγος αἰθέρ’ ἐξιεὶς βαρύν,
ἐσῆλθέ μοί τι θεῖον· ἐμπλήσας σκύφος
Μάρωνος αὐτῷ τοῦδε προσφέρω πιεῖν,
λέγων τάδ’· Ὦ τοῦ ποντίου θεοῦ Κύκλωψ,
σκέψαι τόδ’ οἷον Ἑλλὰς ἀμπέλων ἄπο
θεῖον κομίζει πῶμα, Διονύσου γάνος.
ὃ δ’ ἔκπλεως ὢν τῆς ἀναισχύντου βορᾶς
ἐδέξατ’ ἔσπασέν ⟨τ’⟩ ἄμυστιν ἑλκύσας
κἀπῄνεσ’ ἄρας χεῖρα· Φίλτατε ξένων,
καλὸν τὸ πῶμα δαιτὶ πρὸς καλῇ δίδως.

[¶11] Now when I saw his delight, I gave him another cup, knowing the wine would make him rue it, and he would soon be paying the penalty. Then he set to singing; but I kept filling bumper after bumper and heating him with drink.

> Greek: ἡσθέντα δ’ αὐτὸν ὡς ἐπῃσθόμην ἐγώ,
ἄλλην ἔδωκα κύλικα, γιγνώσκων ὅτι
τρώσει νιν οἷνος καὶ δίκην δώσει τάχα.
καὶ δὴ πρὸς ᾠδὰς εἷρπ’. ἐγὼ δ’ ἐπεγχέων
ἄλλην ἐπ’ ἄλλῃ σπλάγχν’ ἐθέρμαινον ποτῷ.

[¶12] So there he is singing discordantly amid the weeping of my fellow-sailors, and the cave re-echoes; but I have made my way out quietly and would fain save thee and myself, if thou wilt. Tell me then, is it your wish, or is it not, to fly from this unsocial wretch
and take up your abode with Naiad nymphs in the halls of the Bacchic god? Thy father within approves this scheme; but there! he is powerless, getting all he can out of his liquor; his wings are snared by the cup as if he had flown against bird-lime, and he is fuddled; but thou art young and lusty;
so save thyself with my help and regain thy old friend Dionysus, so little like the Cyclops.

> Greek: ᾄδεῖ δὲ παρὰ κλαίουσι συνναύταις ἐμοῖς
ἄμουσ’, ἐπηχεῖ δ’ ἄντρον. ἐξελθὼν δ’ ἐγὼ
σιγῇ. σὲ σῶσαι κἄμ’, ἐὰν βούλῃ, θέλω.
ἀλλ’ εἴπατ’ εἴτε χρῄζετ’ εἴτ’ οὐ χρῄζετε
φεύγειν ἄμεικτον ἄνδρα καὶ τὰ Βακχίου
ναίειν μέλαθρα Δαναΐδων νυμφῶν μέτα.
ὁ μὲν γὰρ ἔνδον σὸς πατὴρ τάδ’ ᾔνεσεν.
ἀλλ’ ἀσθενὴς γὰρ κἀποκερδαίνων ποτοῦ,
ὥσπερ πρὸς ἰξῷ τῇ κύλικι λελημμένος
πτέρυγας ἀλύει· σὺ δέ—νεανίας γὰρ εἶ—
σώθητι μετ’ ἐμοῦ καὶ τὸν ἀρχαῖον φίλον
Διόνυσον ἀνάλαβ’, οὐ Κύκλωπι προσφερῆ.

[¶13] Chorus:
Best of friends, would we might see that day, escaping the godless Cyclops! [for ’tis long]
[we have been without the joys of men, unable to escape him.]

> Greek: Χορός:
ὦ φίλτατ’, εἰ γὰρ τήνδ’ ἴδοιμεν ἡμέραν,
Κύκλωπος ἐκφυγόντες ἀνόσιον κάρα.
ὡς διὰ μακροῦ γε τὸν σίφωνα τὸν φίλον
χηρεύομεν. —τὸν δ’ οὐκ ἔχομεν κατ’ αὗ φαγεῖν.

[¶14] Odysseus:
Hear then how I will requite this vile monster and rescue you from thraldom.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἄκουε δή νυν ἣν ἔχω τιμωρίαν
θηρὸς πανούργου σῆς τε δουλείας φυγήν.

[¶15] Chorus:
Tell me how; no note of Asiatic lyre would sound more sweetly in our ears than news of the Cyclops’ death.

> Greek: Χορός:
λέγ’, ὡς Ἀσιάδος οὐκ ἂν ἥδιον ψόφον
κιθάρας κλύοιμεν ἢ Κύκλωπ’ ὀλωλότα.

[¶16] Odysseus:
Delighted with this liquor of the Bacchic god, he fain would go a-revelling with his brethren.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐπὶ κῶμον ἕρπειν πρὸς κασιγνήτους θέλει
Κύκλωπας ἡσθεὶς τῷδε Βακχίου ποτῷ.

[¶17] Chorus:
I understand; thy purpose is to seize and slay him in the thickets when alone, or push him down a precipice.

> Greek: Χορός:
ξυνῆκ’· ἔρημον ξυλλαβὼν δρυμοῖσί νιν
σφάξαι μενοινᾷς, ἢ πετρῶν ὦσαι κάτω.

[¶18] Odysseus:
Not at ail; my plan is fraught with subtlety.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
οὐδὲν τοιοῦτον· δόλιος ἡ ’πιθυμία.

[¶19] Chorus:
What then? Truly we have long heard of thy cleverness.

> Greek: Χορός:
πῶς δαί; σοφόν τοί σ’ ὄντ’ ἀκούομεν πάλαι.

[¶20] Odysseus:
I mean to keep him from this revel, saying he must not give this drink to his brethren but keep it for himself alone and lead a happy life. Then when he falls asleep, o’ermastered by the Bacchic god,
I will put a point with this sword of mine to an olive-branch I saw lying in the cave, and will set it on fire; and when I see it well alight, I will lift the heated brand, and, thrusting it full in the Cyclops’ eye, melt out his sight with its blaze;

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
κώμου μὲν αὐτὸν τοῦδ’ ἀπαλλάξαι, λέγων
ὡς οὐ Κύκλωψι πῶμα χρὴ δοῦναι τόδε,
μόνον δ’ ἔχοντα βίοτον ἡδέως ἄγειν.
ὅταν δ’ ὑπνώσσῃ Βακχίου νικώμενος
ἀκρεμὼν ἐλαίας ἔστιν ἐν δόμοισί τις,
ὃν φασγάνῳ ⟨’γὼ⟩ τῷδ’ ἀποξύνας ἄκρον,
ἐς πῦρ καθήσω· κᾆθ’, ὅταν κεκαυμένον
ἴδω νιν, ἄρας θερμὸν ἐς μέσην βαλῶ
Κύκλωπος ὄψιν, ὄμμα τ’ ἐκτήξω πυρί.

[¶21] and, as when a man in fitting the timbers of a ship makes his auger spin to and fro with a double strap, so will I make the brand revolve in the eye that gives the Cyclops light and will scorch up the pupil thereof.

> Greek: ναυπηγίαν δ’ ὡσεί τις ἁρμόζων ἀνὴρ
διπλοῖν χαλινοῖν τρύπανον κωπηλατεῖ,
οὕτω κυκλώσω δαλὸν ἐν φαεσφόρῳ
Κύκλωπος ὄψει καὶ συναυανῶ κόρας.

[¶22] Chorus:
Ho! ho! how glad I feel! wild with joy at the contrivance!

> Greek: Χορός:
ἰοὺ ἰού,
γέγηθα, μαινόμεσθα τοῖς εὑρήμασιν.

[¶23] Odysseus:
That done, I will embark thee and those thou lovest with old Silenus in the deep hold of my black ship, my ship with double banks of oars, and carry you away from this land.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
κἄπειτα καὶ σὲ καὶ φίλους γέροντά τε
νεὼς μελαίνης κοῖλον ἐμβήσας σκάφος
διπλαῖσι κώπαις τῆσδ’ ἀποστελῶ χθονός.

[¶24] Chorus:
Well, can I too lay hold of the blinding brand, as though the god’s libation had been poured? for I would fain have a share in this offering of blood.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἔστ’ οὖν ὅπως ἂν ὡσπερεὶ σπονδῆς θεοῦ
κἀγὼ λαβοίμην τοῦ τυφλοῦντος ὄμματα
δαλοῦ; φόνου γὰρ τοῦδε κοινωνεῖν θέλω.

[¶25] Odysseus:
Indeed thou must, for the brand is large, and thou must help hold it.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
δεῖ γοῦν· μέγας γὰρ δαλός· οὗ ξυλληπτέον.

[¶26] Chorus:
How lightly would I lift the load of e’en a hundred wains, if that will help us to grub out
the eye of the doomed Cyclops, like a wasp’s nest.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὡς κἂν ἁμαξῶν ἑκατὸν ἀραίμην βάρος,
εἰ τοῦ Κύκλωπος τοῦ κακῶς ὀλουμένου
ὀφθαλμὸν ὥσπερ σφηκιὰν ἐκθύψομεν.

[¶27] Odysseus:
Hush! for now thou knowest my plot in fall, and when I bid you, obey the author of it; for I am not the man to desert my friends inside the cave and save myself alone.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
σιγᾶτε νῦν· δόλον γὰρ ἐξεπίστασαι·
χὥταν κελεύω, τοῖσιν ἀρχιτέκτοσι
πείθεσθ’. ἐγὼ γὰρ ἄνδρας ἀπολιπὼν φίλους
τοὺς ἔνδον ὄντας οὐ μόνος σωθήσομαι.

[¶28] And yet I might escape; I am clear of the cavern’s depths already; but no! to desert the friends with whom I journeyed hither and only save myself is not a righteous course. [Re-enters the cave.

> Greek: καίτοι φύγοιμ’ ἄν, κἀκβέβηκ’ ἄντρου μυχῶν·
ἀλλ’ οὐ δίκαιον ἀπολιπόντ’ ἐμοὺς φίλους,
ξὺν οἷσπερ ἦλθον δεῦρο, σωθῆναι μόνον.

[¶29] First Half-Chorus:
Come, who will be the first and who the next to him upon the list to grip the handle of the brand,
and, thrusting it into the Cyclops’ eye, gouge out the light thereof?
Second Half-Chorus:
Hush! hush! Behold the drunkard leaves his rocky home, trolling loud some hideous lay,
a clumsy tuneless clown, whom tears await. Come, let us give this boor a lesson in revelry. Ere long will he be blind at any rate.
First Half-Chorus:
Happy he who plays the Bacchanal amid the precious streams distilled from grapes, stretched at full length for a revel, his arm around the friend he loves,
and some fair dainty damsel on his couch, his hair perfumed with nard and glossy, the while he calls, “Oh! who will ope the door for me?”

> Greek: Χορός:
ἄγε, τίς πρῶτος, τίς δ’ ἐπὶ πρώτῳ
ταχθεὶς δαλοῦ κώπην ὀχμάσας
Κύκλωπος ἔσω βλεφάρων ὤσας
λαμπρὰν ὄψιν διακναίσει;
(ᾠδὴ ἔνδοθεν)
σίγα σίγα. καὶ δὴ μεθύων
ἄχαριν κέλαδον μουσιζόμενος
σκαιὸς ἀπῳδὸς καὶ κλαυσόμενος
χωρεῖ πετρίνων ἔξω μελάθρων
φέρε νιν κώμοις παιδεύσωμεν
τὸν ἀπαίδευτον·
πάντως μέλλει τυφλὸς εἶναι.
⟨⟩
Ημιχ. Χορός:
μάκαρ ὅστις εὐιάζει
βοτρύων φίλαισι πηγαῖς
ἐπὶ κῶμον ἐκπετασθείς,
φίλον ἄνδρ’ ὑπαγκαλίζων
ἐπὶ δεμνίοις τε ξανθὸν
χλιδανῆς ἔχων ἑταίρας
μυρόχριστος λιπαρὸν βό-
στρυχον, αὐδᾷ δέ· Θύραν τίς οἴξει μοι;

[¶30] Cyclops:
Ha! ha! full of wine and merry with the feast’s good cheer am I,
my hold freighted like a merchant-ship up to my belly’s very top. This turf graciously invites me to seek my brother Cyclopes for a revel in the spring-tide.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
παπαπᾶ· πλέως μὲν οἴνου,
γάνυμαι ⟨δὲ⟩ δαιτὸς ἥβῃ,
σκάφος ὁλκὰς ὣς γεμισθεὶς
ποτὶ σέλμα γαστρὸς ἄκρας.
ὑπάγει μ’ ὁ χόρτος εὔφρων
ἐπὶ κῶμον ἦρος ὥραις
ἐπὶ Κύκλωπας ἀδελφούς.

[¶31] Come, stranger, bring the wine-skin hither and hand it over to me.

> Greek: φέρε μοι, ξεῖνε, φέρ’, ἀσκὸν ἔνδος μοι.

[¶32] Second Half-Chorus:
Forth from the house its fair lord comes, casting his fair glance round him. We have some one to befriend us. A hostile brand is awaiting thee,
no tender bride in dewy grot. No single colour will those garlands have, that soon shall cling so close about thy brow.

> Greek: Χορός:
καλὸν ὄμμασιν δεδορκὼς
Καλὸς ἐκπερᾷ μελάθρων.
—⟨παπαπᾶ·⟩ φιλεῖ τις ἡμᾶς.–-
λύχνα δ’ ἀμμένον δαΐα σὸν
χρόα χὡς τέρεινα νύμφα
δροσερῶν ἔσωθεν ἄντρων.
στεφάνων δ’ οὐ μία χροιὰ
περὶ σὸν κρᾶτα τάχ’ ἐξομιλήσει.

[¶33] Odysseus:
(Returning with the wineskin.) Hearken, Cyclops; for I am well versed in the ways of Bacchus,
whom I have given thee to drink.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Κύκλωψ, ἄκουσον· ὡς ἐγὼ τοῦ Βακχίου
τούτου τρίβων εἴμ’, ὃν πιεῖν ἔδωκά σοι.

[¶34] Cyclops:
And who is Bacchus? some reputed god?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὁ Βάκχιος δὲ τίς θεὸς νομίζεται;

[¶35] Odysseus:
The greatest god men know to cheer their life.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
μέγιστος ἀνθρώποισιν ἐς τέρψιν βίου.

[¶36] Cyclops:
I like his after-taste at any rate.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἐρυγγάνω γοῦν αὐτὸν ἡδέως ἐγώ.

[¶37] Odysseus:
This is the kind of god he is; he harmeth no man.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τοιόσδ’ ὁ δαίμων· οὐδένα βλάπτει βροτῶν.

[¶38] Cyclops:
But how does a god like being housed in a wine-skin?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
θεὸς δ’ ἐν ἀσκῷ πῶς γέγηθ’ οἴκους ἔχων;

[¶39] Odysseus:
Put him where one may, he is content there.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὅπου τιθῇ τις, ἐνθάδ’ ἐστὶν εὐπετής.

[¶40] Cyclops:
It is not right that gods should be clad in leather.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὐ τοὺς θεοὺς χρὴ σῶμ’ ἔχειν ἐν δέρμασιν.

[¶41] Odysseus:
What of that, provided he please thee? does the leather hurt thee?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τί δ’, εἴ σε τέρπει γ’; ἢ τὸ δέρμα σοι πικρόν;

[¶42] Cyclops:
I hate the wine-skin, but the liquor we have here I love.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
μισῶ τὸν ἀσκόν· τὸ δὲ ποτὸν φιλῶ τόδε.

[¶43] Odysseus:
Stay, then, Cyclops; drink and be merry.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
μένων νυν αὐτοῦ πῖνε κεὐθύμει, Κύκλωψ.

[¶44] Cyclops:
Must I not give my brethren a share in this liquor?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὐ χρή μ’ ἀδελφοῖς τοῦδε προσδοῦναι ποτοῦ;

[¶45] Odysseus:
No, keep it thyself and thou wilt appear of more honour.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἔχων γὰρ αὐτὸς τιμιώτερος φανῇ.

[¶46] Cyclops:
Give it my friends and I shall appear of more use.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
διδοὺς δὲ τοῖς φίλοισι χρησιμώτερος.

[¶47] Odysseus:
Revelling is apt to end in blows, abuse, and strife.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
πυγμὰς ὁ κῶμος λοίδορόν τ’ ἔριν φιλεῖ.

[¶48] Cyclops:
I may be drunk, but no man will lay hands on me for all that.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
μεθύω μέν, ἔμπας δ’ οὔτις ἂν ψαύσειέ μου.

[¶49] Odysseus:
Better stay at home, my friend, after a carouse.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὦ τᾶν, πεπωκότ’ ἐν δόμοισι χρὴ μένειν.

[¶50] Cyclops:
Who loves not revelling then is but a simpleton.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἠλίθιος ὅστις μὴ πιὼν κῶμον φιλεῖ.

[¶51] Odysseus:
But whoso stays at home, when drunk, is wise.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὃς δ’ ἂν μεθυσθείς γ’ ἐν δόμοις μείνῃ, σοφός.

[¶52] Cyclops:
What shall we do, Silenus? art minded to stay?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
τί δρῶμεν, ὦ Σιληνέ; σοὶ μένειν δοκεῖ;

[¶53] Silenus:
That I am; for what need have we of others to share our drink, Cyclops?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
δοκεῖ. τί γὰρ δεῖ συμποτῶν ἄλλων, Κύκλωψ;

[¶54] Cyclops:
Well, truly the turf is soft as down with its fresh flowering plants.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
καὶ μὴν λαχνῶδές τ’ οὖδας ἀνθηρᾶς χλόης....

[¶55] Silenus:
(seating himself.) Aye, and ’tis pleasant drinking in the warm sunshine.
Cyclops:
…
Silenus:
Come, let me see thee stretch thy carcase on the ground.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
καὶ πρός γε θάλπος ἡλίου πίνειν καλόν.
κλίθητί νύν μοι πλευρὰ θεὶς ἐπὶ χθονός.

[¶56] Cyclops:
(sitting dawn.) [There then!]
Why art thou putting the mixing-bowl behind me?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἰδού.
τί δῆτα τὸν κρατῆρ’ ὄπισθέ μου τίθης;

[¶57] Silenus:
That no one passing by may come upon it.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ὡς μὴ παριών τις καταβάλῃ.

[¶58] Cyclops:
Nay, but thy purpose is to drink upon the sly; set it between us. (To Odysseus.) Now tell me, stranger, by what name to call thee.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
πίνειν μὲν οὖν
κλέπτων σὺ βούλῃ· κάτθες αὐτὸν ἐς μέσον.
σὺ δ’, ὦ ξέν’, εἰπὲ τοὔνομ’ ὅ τι σε χρὴ καλεῖν.

[¶59] Odysseus:
Noman. What boon shall I receive of thee to earn my thanks?

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Οὖτιν· χάριν δὲ τίνα λαβών σ’ ἐπαινέσω;

[¶60] Cyclops:
I will feast on thee last, after all thy comrades.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
πάντων σ’ ἑταίρων ὕστερον θοινάσομαι.

[¶61] Odysseus:
Fair indeed the honour thou bestowest on thy guest, sir Cyclops!

> Greek: Σιληνός:
καλόν γε τὸ γέρας τῷ ξένῳ δίδως, Κύκλωψ.

[¶62] Cyclops:
(turning suddenly to Silenus.) Ho, sirrah! what art thou about? taking a stealthy pull at the wine?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὗτος, τί δρᾷς; τὸν οἶνον ἐκπίνεις λάθρᾳ;

[¶63] Silenus:
No, but it kissed me for my good looks.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οὔκ, ἀλλ’ ἔμ’ οὗτος ἔκυσεν, ὅτι καλὸν βλέπω.

[¶64] Cyclops:
Thou shalt smart, if thou kiss the wine when it kisses not thee.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
κλαύσῃ, φιλῶν τὸν οἶνον οὐ φιλοῦντά σε.

[¶65] Silenus:
Oh! but it did, for it says it is in love with my handsome face.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ναὶ μὰ Δί’, ἐπεί μού φησ’ ἐρᾶν ὄντος καλοῦ.

[¶66] Cyclops:
(holding out his cup.) Pour in; only give me my cup full.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἔγχει, πλέων δὲ τὸν σκύφον. δίδου μόνον.

[¶67] Silenus:
H’m! how is it mixed? just let me make sure. (Takes another pull.)

> Greek: Σιληνός:
πῶς οὖν κέκραται; φέρε διασκεψώμεθα.

[¶68] Cyclops:
Perdition! give it me at once.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἀπολεῖς· δὸς οὕτως.

[¶69] Silenus:
Oh, no! I really cannot, till I see thee with a crown on, and have another taste myself.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ναὶ μὰ Δί’ οὐ πρὶν ἄν γέ σε
στέφανον ἴδω λαβόντα γεύσωμαί τ’ ἔτι...

[¶70] Cyclops:
My cup-bearer is a cheat.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὦ οἰνοχόος ἄδικος.

[¶71] Silenus:
No really, but the wine is so luscious. Thou must wipe thy lips, though, to get a draught.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
⟨οὐ⟩ μὰ Δί’, ἀλλ’ ὦ οἶνος γλυκύς.
ἀπομυκτέον δέ σοί ἐστιν ὡς λήψῃ πιεῖν.

[¶72] Cyclops:
There! my lips and beard are clean now.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἰδού, καθαρὸν τὸ χεῖλος αἱ τρίχες τέ μου.

[¶73] Silenus:
Bend thine elbow gracefully, and then quaff thy cup, as thou seest me do, and as now thou seest me not. (Burying his face in his cup.)

> Greek: Σιληνός:
θές νυν τὸν ἀγκῶν’ εὐρύθμως, κᾆτ’ ἔκπιε,
ὥσπερ μ’ ὁρᾷς πίνοντα—χὥσπερ οὐκ ἐμέ.

[¶74] Cyclops:
Aha! what next?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἆ ἆ, τί δράσεις;

[¶75] Silenus:
I drank it off at a draught with much pleasure.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἡδέως ἠμύστισα.

[¶76] Cyclops:
Stranger, take the skin thyself and be my cup-bearer.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
λάβ’, ὦ ξέν’, αὐτὸς οἰνοχόος τέ μοι γενοῦ.

[¶77] Odysseus:
Well, at any rate the grape is no stranger to my hand.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
γιγνώσκεται γοῦν ἡ ἄμπελος τἠμῇ χερί.

[¶78] Cyclops:
Come, pour it in.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
φέρ’ ἔγχεόν νυν.

[¶79] Odysseus:
In it goes! keep silence, that is all.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἐγχέω, σίγα μόνον.

[¶80] Cyclops:
A difficult task when a man is deep in his cups.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
χαλεπὸν τόδ’ εἶπας, ὅστις ἂν πίνῃ πολύν.

[¶81] Odysseus:
Here, take and drink it off; leave none.
Cyclops:
…
Odysseus:
Thou must be silent and only give in when the liquor does.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἰδοὺ λαβὼν ἔκπιθι καὶ μηδὲν λίπῃς.
συνεκθανεῖν δὲ σπῶντα χρὴ τῷ πώματι.

[¶82] Cyclops:
God wot! it is a clever stock that bears the grape.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
παπαῖ, σοφόν γε τὸ ξύλον τῆς ἀμπέλου.

[¶83] Odysseus:
Aye, and if thou but swallow plenty of it after a plentiful meal, moistening thy belly till its thirst is gone, it will throw thee into slumber;
but if thou leave aught behind, the Bacchic god will parch thee for it.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
κἂν μὲν σπάσῃς γε δαιτὶ πρὸς πολλῇ πολύν,
τέγξας ἄδιψον νηδύν, εἰς ὕπνον βαλεῖ,
ἢν δ’ ἐλλίπῃς τι, ξηρανεῖ σ’ ὁ Βάκχιος.

[¶84] Cyclops:
Ha! ha! what a trouble it was getting out! This is pleasure unalloyed; earth and sky seem whirling round together; I see the throne of Zeus
and all the godhead’s majesty. Kiss thee! no! There are the Graces trying to tempt me. I shall rest well enough with my Ganymede here; yea, by the Graces, right fairly.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἰοὺ ἰού,
ὡς ἐξένευσα μόγις· ἄκρατος ἡ χάρις.
ὁ δ’ οὐρανός μοι συμμεμιγμένος δοκεῖ
τῇ γῇ φέρεσθαι, τοῦ Διός τε τὸν θρόνον
λεύσσω, τὸ πᾶν τε δαιμόνων ἁγνὸν σέβας.
—οὐκ ἂν φιλήσαιμ’·—αἱ Χάριτες πειρῶσί με.—
ἅλις Γανυμήδην τόνδ’ ἔχων ἀναπαύσομαι.
κάλλιστα, νὴ τὰς Χάριτας. —ἥδομαι δέ πως
τοῖς παιδικοῖσι μᾶλλον ἢ τοῖς θήλεσιν.

[¶85] Silenus:
What! Cyclops, am I Ganymede, Zeus’s minion?

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἐγὼ γὰρ ὁ Διός εἰμι Γανυμήδης, Κύκλωψ;

[¶86] Cyclops:
(attempting to carry him into the cave.) To be sure, Ganymede whom I am carrying off from the halls of Dardanus.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ναὶ μὰ Δί’, ὃν ἁρπάζω γ’ ἐγὼ ’κ τοῦ Δαρδάνου.

[¶87] Silenus:
I am undone, my children; outrageous treatment waits me.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
ἀπόλωλα, παῖδες· σχέτλια πείσομαι κακά.

[¶88] Chorus:
Dost find fault with thy lover? dost scorn him in his cups?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
μέμφῃ τὸν ἐραστὴν κἀντρυφᾷς πεπωκότι;

[¶89] Silenus:
Woe is me! most bitter shall I find the wine ere long. [Exit Silenus, dragged away by Cyclops.

> Greek: Σιληνός:
οἴμοι· πικρότατον οἶνον ὄψομαι τάχα.

[¶90] Odysseus:
Up now, children of Dionysus, sons of a noble sire, soon will yon creature in the cave, relaxed in slumber as ye see him, spew from his shameless maw the meat. Already the brand inside his lair is vomiting a cloud of smoke; and the only reason we prepared it was to burn
the Cyclops’ eye; so mind thou quit thee like a man.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἄγε δή, Διονύσου παῖδες, εὐγενῆ τέκνα,
ἔνδον μὲν ἁνήρ· τῷ δ’ ὕπνῳ παρειμένος
τάχ’ ἐξ ἀναιδοῦς φάρυγος ὠθήσει κρέα.
δαλὸς δ’ ἔσωθεν αὐλίων ὠθεῖ καπνὸν
παρευτρέπισται· κοὐδὲν ἄλλο πλὴν πυροῦν
Κύκλωπος ὄψιν· ἀλλ’ ὅπως ἀνὴρ ἔσῃ.

[¶91] Chorus:
I will have a spirit as of rock or adamant; but go inside, before my father suffers any shameful treatment; for here thou hast things ready.

> Greek: Χορός:
πέτρας τὸ λῆμα κἀδάμαντος ἕξομεν.
χώρει δ’ ἐς οἴκους, πρίν τι τὸν πατέρα παθεῖν
ἀπάλαμνον· ὥς σοι τἀνθάδ’ ἐστὶν εὐτρεπῆ.

[¶92] Odysseus:
O Hephaestus, lord of Aetna, rid thyself for once and all of a troublesome neighbour
by burning his bright eye out. Come, Sleep, as well, offspring of sable Night, come with all thy power on the monster god-detested; and never after Troy’s most glorious toils destroy Odysseus and his crew
by the hands of one who recketh naught of God or man; else must we reckon Chance a goddess, and Heaven’s wall inferior to hers. [Odysseus re-enters the cave.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
Ἥφαιστ’, ἄναξ Αἰτναῖε, γείτονος κακοῦ
λαμπρὸν πυρώσας ὄμμ’ ἀπαλλάχθηθ’ ἅπαξ,
σύ τ’, ὦ μελαίνης Νυκτὸς ἐκπαίδευμ’, Ὕπνε,
ἄκρατος ἐλθὲ θηρὶ τῷ θεοστυγεῖ,
καὶ μὴ ’πὶ καλλίστοισι Τρωικοῖς πόνοις
αὐτόν τε ναύ⟨τα⟩ς τ’ ἀπολέσητ’ Ὀδυσσέα
ὑπ’ ἀνδρός, ᾧ θεῶν οὐδὲν ἢ βροτῶν μέλει.
ἢ τὴν τύχην μὲν δαίμον’ ἡγεῖσθαι χρεών,
τὰ δαιμόνων δὲ τῆς τύχης ἐλάσσονα.

[¶93] Chorus:
Tightly the pincers shall grip the neck
of him who feasts upon his guest; for soon will he lose the light of his eye by fire; already the brand, a tree’s huge limb,
lurks amid the embers charred.
Oh! come ye then and work his doom, pluck out the maddened Cyclops’ eye, that he may rue his drinking.
And I too fain would leave the Cyclops’ lonely land and see king Bromius, ivy-crowned, the god I sorely miss. Ah! shall I ever come to that?

> Greek: Χορός:
λήψεται τὸν τράχηλον
ἐντόνως ὁ καρκίνος
τοῦ ξενοδαιτυμόνος· πυρὶ γὰρ τάχα
φωσφόρους ὀλεῖ κόρας.
ἤδη
δαλὸς ἠνθρακωμένος
κρύπτεται ἐς σποδιάν, δρυὸς ἄσπετον
ἔρνος· ἀλλ’ ἴτω Μάρων·
πρασσέτω·
μαινομένου ’ξελέτω βλέφαρον Κύ-
κλωπος, ὡς πίῃ κακῶς.
κἀγὼ
τὸν φιλοκισσοφόρον Βρόμιον πο-
θεινὸν εἰσιδεῖν θέλω,
Κύκλω-
πος λιπὼν ἐρημίαν·
ἆρ’ ἐς τοσόνδ’ ἀφίξομαι;

[¶94] Odysseus:
(leaving the cave cautiously.) Silence, ye cattle! I adjure you;
close your lips; make not a sound! I’ll not let a man of you so much as breathe or wink or clear his throat, that yon pest awake not, until the sight in the Cyclops’ eye has passed through the fiery ordeal.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
σιγᾶτε πρὸς θεῶν, θῆρες, ἡσυχάζετε,
συνθέντες ἄρθρα στόματος· οὐδὲ πνεῖν ἐῶ,
οὐ σκαρδαμύσσειν οὐδὲ χρέμπτεσθαί τινα,
ὡς μὴ ’ξεγερθῇ τὸ κακόν, ἔστ’ ἂν ὄμματος
ὄψις Κύκλωπος ἐξαμιλληθῇ πυρί.

[¶95] Chorus:
Silent we stand with ’bated breath.

> Greek: Χορός:
σιγῶμεν ἐγκάψαντες αἰθέρα γνάθοις.

[¶96] Odysseus:
In then, and mind your fingers grip the brand, for it is splendidly red-hot.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἄγε νυν ὅπως ἅψεσθε τοῦ δαλοῦ χεροῖν
ἔσω μολόντες· διάπυρος δ’ ἐστὶν καλῶς.

[¶97] Chorus:
Thyself ordain who first must seize the blazing bar and burn the Cyclops’ eye out, that we may share alike whate’er betides.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐκοῦν σὺ τάξεις οὕστινας πρώτους χρεὼν
καυτὸν μοχλὸν λαβόντας ἐκκάειν τὸ φῶς
Κύκλωπος, ὡς ἂν τῆς τύχης κοινώμεθα;

[¶98] First Half-Chorus:
Standing where I am before the door, I am too far off to thrust the fire into his eye.

> Greek: Χορὸς α:
ἡμεῖς μέν ἐσμεν μακροτέρω πρὸ τῶν θυρῶν
ἑστῶτες ὠθεῖν ἐς τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν τὸ πῦρ.

[¶99] Second Half-Chorus:
I have just gone lame.

> Greek: Χορὸς β:
ἡμεῖς δὲ χωλοί γ’ ἀρτίως γεγενήμεθα.

[¶100] First Half-Chorus:
Why, then, thou art in the same plight as I; for somehow or other I sprained my ankle, standing still.

> Greek: Χορὸς γ:
ταὐτὸν πεπόνθατ’ ἆρ’ ἐμοί· τοὺς γὰρ πόδας
ἑστῶτες ἐσπάσθημεν οὐκ οἶδ’ ἐξ ὅτου.

[¶101] Odysseus:
Sprained thy ankle, standing still?
Second Half-Chorus:
Yes, and my eyes are full of dust or ashes from somewhere or other.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἑστῶτες ἐσπάσθητε;
Χορὸς δ:
καὶ τά γ’ ὄμματα
μέστ’ ἐστὶν ἡμῖν κόνεος ἢ τέφρας ποθέν.

[¶102] Odysseus:
These are sorry fellows, worthless as allies.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ἄνδρες πονηροὶ κοὐδὲν οἵδε σύμμαχοι.

[¶103] Chorus:
Because I feel for my back and spine, and express no wish to have my teeth
knocked out, I am a coward, am I? Well, but I know a spell of Orpheus, a most excellent one, to make the brand enter his skull of its own accord, and set alight the one-eyed son of Earth.

> Greek: Χορός:
ὁτιὴ τὸ νῶτον τὴν ῥάχιν τ’ οἰκτίρομεν
καὶ τοὺς ὀδόντας ἐκβαλεῖν οὐ βούλομαι
τυπτόμενος, αὕτη γίγνεται πονηρία;
ἀλλ’ οἶδ’ ἐπῳδὴν Ὀρφέως ἀγαθὴν πάνυ,
ὡς αὐτόματον τὸν δαλὸν ἐς τὸ κρανίον
στείχονθ’ ὑφάπτειν τὸν μονῶπα παῖδα γῆς.

[¶104] Odysseus:
Long since I knew thou wert by nature such an one,
and now I know it better; I must employ my own friends; but, though thou bring no active aid, cheer us on at any rate, that I may find my friends emboldened by thy encouragement. [Exit Odysseus.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
πάλαι μὲν ᾔδη σ’ ὄντα τοιοῦτον φύσει,
νῦν δ’ οἶδ’ ἄμεινον. τοῖσι δ’ οἰκείοις φίλοις
χρῆσθαί μ’ ἀνάγκη. χειρὶ δ’ εἰ μηδὲν σθένεις,
ἀλλ’ οὖν ἐπεγκέλευέ γ’, ὡς εὐψυχίαν
φίλων κελευσμοῖς τοῖσι σοῖς κτησώμεθα.

[¶105] Chorus:
That will I do; the Carian shall run the risk for us;

> Greek: Χορός:
δράσω τάδ’. ἐν τῷ Καρὶ κινδυνεύσομεν.

[¶106] and as far as encouragement goes, let the Cyclops smoulder.

> Greek: κελευσμάτων δ’ ἕκατι τυφέσθω Κύκλωψ.

[¶107] Chorus:
What ho! my gallants, thrust away, make haste and burn his eye-brow off, the monster’s guest-devouring. Oh! singe and scorch
the shepherd of Aetna; twirl the brand and drag it round and be careful lest in his agony he treat thee to some wantonness.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἰὼ ἰώ· γενναιότατ’ ὠ-
θεῖτε σπεύδετ’. ἐκκαίετε τὰν ὀφρὺν
θηρὸς τοῦ ξενοδαίτα
τυφέτω, καιέτω
τὸν Αἴτνας μηλονόμον.
τόρνευ’, ἕλκε, μή σ’ ἐξοδυνηθεὶς
δράσῃ τι μάταιον.

[¶108] Cyclops:
(Bellowing in the cave.) Oh! oh! my once bright eye is burnt to cinders now.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὤμοι, κατηνθρακώμεθ’ ὀφθαλμοῦ σέλας.

[¶109] Chorus:
Sweet indeed the triumph-song; pray sing it to us, Cyclops.

> Greek: Χορός:
καλός γ’ ὁ παιάν· μέλπε μοι τόνδ’, ὦ Κύκλωψ.

[¶110] Cyclops:
(from within.) Oh! oh! once more; what outrage on me and what ruin! But never shall ye escape this rocky cave unpunished, ye worthless creatures; for I will stand in the entrance of the cleft and fit my hands into it thus. [Staggering to the entrance.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὤμοι μάλ’, ὡς ὑβρίσμεθ’, ὡς ὀλώλαμεν.
ἀλλ’ οὔτι μὴ φύγητε τῆσδ’ ἔξω πέτρας
χαίροντες, οὐδὲν ὄντες· ἐν πύλαισι γὰρ
σταθεὶς φάραγγος τάσδ’ ἐναρμόσω χέρας.

[¶111] Chorus:
Why dost thou cry out, Cyclops?

> Greek: Χορός:
τί χρῆμ’ ἀυτεῖς, ὦ Κύκλωψ;

[¶112] Cyclops:
I am undone.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ἀπωλόμην.

[¶113] Chorus:
Thou art indeed a sorry sight.

> Greek: Χορός:
αἰσχρός γε φαίνῃ.

[¶114] Cyclops:
Aye, and a sad one, too.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
κἀπὶ τοῖσδέ γ’ ἄθλιος.

[¶115] Chorus:
Didst fall among the coals in a drunken fit?

> Greek: Χορός:
μεθύων κατέπεσες ἐς μέσους τοὺς ἄνθρακας;

[¶116] Cyclops:
Noman has undone me.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
Οὖτίς μ’ ἀπώλεσ’.

[¶117] Chorus:
Then there is no one hurting thee after all.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐκ ἄρ’ οὐδεὶς ἠδίκει.

[¶118] Cyclops:
Noman is blinding me.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
Οὖτίς με τυφλοῖ βλέφαρον.

[¶119] Chorus:
Then art thou not blind.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐκ ἄρ’ εἶ τυφλός.

[¶120] Cyclops:
As blind as thou, forsooth.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὡς δὴ σύ—

[¶121] Chorus:
How, pray, could no man have made thee blind?

> Greek: Χορός:
καὶ πῶς σ’ οὔτις ἂν θείη τυφλόν;

[¶122] Cyclops:
Thou mockest me; but where is this Noman.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
σκώπτεις. ὁ δ’ Οὖτις ποῦ ’στιν;

[¶123] Chorus:
Nowhere, Cyclops.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὐδαμοῦ, Κύκλωψ.

[¶124] Cyclops:
It was the stranger, vile wretch! who proved my ruin, that thou mayst understand rightly, by swilling me with the liquor he gave me.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὁ ξένος, ἵν’ ὀρθῶς ἐκμάθῃς, μ’ ἀπώλεσεν,
ὁ μιαρός, ὅς μοι δοὺς τὸ πῶμα κατέκλυσεν.

[¶125] Chorus:
Ah! wine is a terrible foe, hard to wrestle with.

> Greek: Χορός:
δεινὸς γὰρ οἷνος καὶ παλαίεσθαι βαρύς.

[¶126] Cyclops:
Tell me, I adjure thee, have they escaped or are they still within?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
πρὸς θεῶν, πεφεύγασ’ ἢ μένουσ’ ἔσω δόμων;

[¶127] Chorus:
Here they are ranged in silence, taking the rock to screen them.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὗτοι σιωπῇ τὴν πέτραν ἐπήλυγα
λαβόντες ἑστήκασι.

[¶128] Cyclops:
On which side?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ποτέρας τῆς χερός;

[¶129] Chorus:
On thy right.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἐν δεξιᾷ σου.

[¶130] Cyclops:
Where?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ποῦ;

[¶131] Chorus:
Close against the rock. Hast caught them?

> Greek: Χορός:
πρὸς αὐτῇ τῇ πέτρᾳ.
ἔχεις;

[¶132] Cyclops:
Trouble on trouble! I have run my skull against the rock and cracked it.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
κακόν γε πρὸς κακῷ· τὸ κρανίον
παίσας κατέαγα.

[¶133] Chorus:
Aye, and they are escaping thee.

> Greek: Χορός:
καί σε διαφεύγουσί γε.

[¶134] Cyclops:
This way, was it not?’Twas this way thou saidst.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὐ τῇδ’· ἐπεὶ τῇδ’ εἶπας;

[¶135] Chorus:
No, not this way.

> Greek: Χορός:
οὔ· ταύτῃ λέγω.

[¶136] Cyclops:
Which then?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
πῇ γάρ;

[¶137] Chorus:
They are getting round thee on the left.

> Greek: Χορός:
περιάγου, κεῖσε, πρὸς τἀριστερά.

[¶138] Cyclops:
Alas! I am being mocked; ye jeer me in my evil plight.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οἴμοι γελῶμαι· κερτομεῖτέ μ’ ἐν κακοῖς.

[¶139] Chorus:
They are no longer there; but facing thee that stranger stands.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἀλλ’ οὐκέτ’, ἀλλὰ πρόσθεν οὗτός ἐστί σου.

[¶140] Cyclops:
Master of villainy, where, oh! where art thou?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
ὦ παγκάκιστε, ποῦ ποτ’ εἶ;

[¶141] Odysseus:
Some way from thee
I am keeping careful guard over the person of Odysseus.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
τηλοῦ σέθεν
φυλακαῖσι φρουρῶ σῶμ’ Ὀδυσσέως τόδε.

[¶142] Cyclops:
What, a new name! hast changed thine?

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
πῶς εἶπας; ὄνομα μεταβαλὼν καινὸν λέγεις.

[¶143] Odysseus:
Yes, Odysseus the name my father gave me. But thou wert doomed to pay for thy unholy feast; for I should have seen Troy burned to but sorry purpose,
unless I had avenged on thee the slaughter of my comrades.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
ὅπερ γ’ ὁ φύσας ὠνόμαζ’ Ὀδυσσέα.
δώσειν δ’ ἔμελλες ἀνοσίου δαιτὸς δίκας·
κακῶς γὰρ ἂν Τροίαν γε διεπυρωσάμην
εἰ μή σ’ ἑταίρων φόνον ἐτιμωρησάμην.

[¶144] Cyclops:
Woe is me!’tis an old oracle coming true; yes, it said I should have my eye put out by thee on thy way home from Troy; but it likewise foretold that thou wouldst surely pay for this,
tossing on the sea for many a day.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
αἰαῖ· παλαιὸς χρησμὸς ἐκπεραίνεται.
τυφλὴν γὰρ ὄψιν ἐκ σέθεν σχήσειν μ’ ἔφη
Τροίας ἀφορμηθέντος. ἀλλὰ καὶ σέ τοι
δίκας ὑφέξειν ἀντὶ τῶνδ’ ἐθέσπισεν,
πολὺν θαλάσσῃ χρόνον ἐναιωρούμενον.

[¶145] Odysseus:
Go hang! E’en as I say, so have I done. And now will I get me to the beach and start my hollow ship across the sea of Sicily to the land of my fathers.

> Greek: Ὀδυσσεύς:
κλαίειν σ’ ἄνωγα· καὶ δέδραχ’ ὅπερ λέγεις.
ἐγὼ δ’ ἐπ’ ἀκτὰς εἶμι καὶ νεὼς σκάφος
ἥσω ’πὶ πόντον Σικελὸν ἔς τ’ ἐμὴν πάτραν.

[¶146] Cyclops:
Thou shalt not; I will break a boulder off this rock
and crush thee, crew and all, beneath my throw. Blind though I be, I will climb the hill, mounting through yonder tunnel.

> Greek: Κύκλωψ:
οὐ δῆτ’, ἐπεί σε τῆσδ’ ἀπορρήξας πέτρας
αὐτοῖσι συνναύταισι συντρίψω βαλών.
ἄνω δ’ ἐπ’ ὄχθον εἶμι, καίπερ ὢν τυφλός,
δι’ ἀμφιτρῆτος τῆσδε προσβαίνων ποδί.

[¶147] Chorus:
As for us, henceforth will we be the servants of Bacchus, sharing the voyage of this hero Odysseus.

> Greek: Χορός:
ἡμεῖς δὲ συνναῦταί γε τοῦδ’ Ὀδυσσέως
ὄντες τὸ λοιπὸν Βακχίῳ δουλεύσομεν.