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;
Σιληνός:Ὦ Βρόμιε, διὰ σὲ μυρίους ἔχω πόνουςνῦν χὥτ’ ἐν ἥβῃ τοὐμὸν εὐσθένει δέμας·πρῶτον μέν, ἡνίκ’ ἐμμανὴς Ἥρας ὕποΝύμφας ὀρείας ἐκλιπὼν ᾤχου τροφούς·
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.
ἔπειτά γ’ ἀμφὶ γηγενῆ μάχην δορὸςἐνδέξιος σῷ ποδὶ παρασπιστὴς γεγὼςἘγκέλαδον ἰτέαν εἰς μέσην θενὼν δορὶἔκτεινα—φέρ’ ἴδω, τοῦτ’ ἰδὼν ὄναρ λέγω;οὐ μὰ Δί’, ἐπεὶ καὶ σκῦλ’ ἔδειξα βακχίῳ.
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 helmmyself, 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 shipand 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.
καὶ νῦν ἐκείνων μείζον’ ἐξαντλῶ πόνον.ἐπεὶ γὰρ Ἥρα σοι γένος Τυρσηνικὸνλῃστῶν ἐπῶρσεν, ὡς ὁδηθείης μακράν,⟨ἐγὼ⟩ πυθόμενος σὺν τέκνοισι ναυστολῶσέθεν κατὰ ζήτησιν. ἐν πρύμνῃ δ’ ἄκρᾳαὐτὸς λαβὼν ηὔθυνον ἀμφῆρες δόρυ,παῖδες δ’ ἐρετμοῖς ἥμενοι γλαυκὴν ἅλαῥοθίοισι λευκαίνοντες ἐζήτουν σ’, ἄναξ.ἤδη δὲ Μαλέας πλησίον πεπλευκόταςἀπηλιώτης ἄνεμος ἐμπνεύσας δορὶἐξέβαλεν ἡμᾶς τήνδ’ ἐς Αἰτναίαν πέτραν,ἵν’ οἱ μονῶπες ποντίου παῖδες θεοῦKύκλωπες οἰκοῦσ’ ἄντρ’ ἔρημ’ ἀνδροκτόνοι.τούτων ἑνὸς ληφθέντες ἐσμὲν ἐν δόμοιςδοῦλοι· καλοῦσι δ’ αὐτὸν ᾧ λατρεύομενΠολύφημον· ἀντὶ δ’ εὐίων βακχευμάτωνποίμνας Κύκλωπος ἀνοσίου ποιμαίνομεν.παῖδες μὲν οὖν μοι κλιτύων ἐν ἐσχάτοιςνέμουσι μῆλα νέα νέοι πεφυκότες,ἐγὼ δὲ πληροῦν πίστρα καὶ σαίρειν στέγαςμένων τέταγμαι τάσδε, τῷδε δυσσεβεῖΚύκλωπι δείπνων ἀνοσίων διάκονος.καὶ νῦν, τὰ προσταχθέντ’, ἀναγκαίως ἔχεισαίρειν σιδηρᾷ τῇδέ μ’ ἁρπάγῃ δόμους,ὡς τόν τ’ ἀπόντα δεσπότην Κύκλωπ’ ἐμὸνκαθαροῖσιν ἄντροις μῆλά τ’ ἐσδεχώμεθα.
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 revelriesand made your way with dainty steps to the mask of lyres to the halls of Althaea?
ἤδη δὲ παῖδας προσνέμοντας εἰσορῶποίμνας. τί ταῦτα; μῶν κρότος σικινίδωνὁμοῖος ὑμῖν νῦν τε χὥτε βακχίῳκῶμοι συνασπίζοντες Ἀλθαίας δόμουςπροσῇτ’ ἀοιδαῖς βαρβίτων σαυλούμενοι;
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?
Χορός:παῖ γενναίων μὲν πατέρωνγενναίων τ’ ἐκ τοκάδων,πᾷ δή μοι νίσῃ σκοπέλους;οὐ τᾷδ’ ὑπήνεμος αὔρακαὶ ποιηρὰ βοτάνα;δινᾶέν θ’ ὕδωρ ποταμῶνἐν πίστραις κεῖται πέλας ἄν-τρων; οὔ σοι βλαχαὶ τεκέων;
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.
Χορός:—ψύττ’· οὐ τᾷδ’ οὔ; οὐ τᾷδε νεμῇκλιτὺν δροσεράν;ὠή, ῥίψω πέτρον τάχα σου—ὕπαγ’ ὦ ὕπαγ’ ὦ κεράστα—μηλοβότα στασιωρὸνΚύκλωπος ἀγροβάτα.
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;
Χορός:σπαργῶντας μαστοὺς χάλασον·δέξαι θηλαῖσι σπορὰςἃς λείπεις ἀρνῶν θαλάμοις.ποθοῦσί σ’ ἁμερόκοιτοιβλαχαὶ σμικρῶν τεκέων.
wilt then leave at last the rich grass pastures on the peaks of Aetna and enter the fold?Chorus:…
εἰς αὐλὰν πότ’ ἀμφιβαλεῖςποιηροὺς λείπουσα νομοὺςΑἰτναίων εἴσω σκοπέλων;Χορός:—νύττ’· οὐ τᾷδ’ οὔ; οὐ τᾷδε νεμῇκλιτὺν δροσεράν;ὠή, ῥίψω πέτρον τάχα σου—ὕπαγ’ ὦ ὕπαγ’ ὦ κεράστα—μηλοβότα στασιωρὸνΚύκλωπος ἀγροβάτα.
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?
Χορός:οὐ τάδε Βρόμιος, οὐ τάδε χοροὶΒάκχαι τε θυρσοφόροι,οὐ τυμπάνων ἀλαλαγμοὶκρήναις παρ’ ὑδροχύτοις,οὐκ οἴνου χλωραὶ σταγόνες·οὐδ’ ἐν Νύσᾳ μετὰ Νυμφᾶνἴακχον ἴακχον ᾠδὰνμέλπω πρὸς τὰν Ἀφροδίταν,ἃν θηρεύων πετόμανΒάκχαις σὺν λευκόποσινὦ φίλος·ὦ φίλε Βακχεῖε, ποῖ οἰοπολεῖς;⟨ποῖ⟩ ξανθὰν χαίταν σείεις;ἐγὼ δ’ ὁ σὸς πρόπολοςθητεύω Κύκλωπιτῷ μονοδέρκτᾳ δοῦλος ἀλαίνωνσὺν τᾷδε τράγου χλαίνᾳ μελέᾳσᾶς χωρὶς φιλίας.
Silenus:Hush, children! and bid our servants fold the flocks in the rock-roofed cavern.
Σιληνός:σιγήσατ’, ὦ τέκν’, ἄντρα δ’ ἐς πετρηρεφῆποίμνας ἀθροῖσαι προσπόλους κελεύσατε.
Chorus:(To Servants.) Away! (To Silenus.) But prithee, why such haste, father?
Χορός:χωρεῖτ’· ἀτὰρ δὴ τίνα, πάτερ, σπουδὴν ἔχεις;
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 inquirewhence they come to the peak of Sicilian Aetna.
Σιληνός:ὁρῶ πρὸς ἀκταῖς ναὸς Ἑλλάδος σκάφοςκώπης τ’ ἄνακτας σὺν στρατηλάτῃ τινὶστείχοντας ἐς τόδ’ ἄντρον· ἀμφὶ δ’ αὐχέσιτεύχη φέρονται κενά, βορᾶς κεχρημένοι,κρωσσούς θ’ ὑδρηλούς. ὦ ταλαίπωροι ξένοι,τίνες ποτ’ εἰσίν; οὐκ ἴσασι δεσπότηνΠολύφημον οἷός ἐστιν, ἄξενον στέγηντήνδ’ ἐμβεβῶτες καὶ Κυκλωπίαν γνάθοντὴν ἀνδροβρῶτα δυστυχῶς ἀφιγμένοι.ἀλλ’ ἥσυχοι γίγνεσθ’, ἵν’ ἐκπυθώμεθαπόθεν πάρεισι Σικελὸν Αἰτναῖον πάγον.
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.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ξένοι, φράσαιτ’ ἂν νᾶμα ποτάμιον πόθενδίψης ἄκος λάβοιμεν, εἴ τέ τις θέλειβορὰν ὁδῆσαι ναυτίλοις κεχρημένοις;
Why, what is this? We seem to have chanced upon a city of the Bromian god;
--τί χρῆμα; Βρομίου πόλιν ἔοιγμεν ἐσβαλεῖν·
here by the caves I see a group of Satyrs. To the eldest first I bid “All hail!”
Σατύρων πρὸς ἄντροις τόνδ’ ὅμιλον εἰσορῶ.χαίρειν προσεῖπα πρῶτα τὸν γεραίτατον.
Silenus:All hail, sir! tell me who thou art, and name thy country.
Σιληνός:χαῖρ’, ὦ ξέν’, ὅστις δ’ εἶ φράσον πάτραν τε σήν.
Odysseus:Odysseus of Ithaca, king of the Cephallenians’ land.
Ὀδυσσεύς:Ἴθακος Ὀδυσσεύς, γῆς Κεφαλλήνων ἄναξ.
Silenus:I know him for a prating knave, one of Sisyphus’ shrewd offspring.
Σιληνός:οἶδ’ ἄνδρα, κρόταλον δριμύ, Σισύφου γένος.
Odysseus:I am the man; abuse me not.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἐκεῖνος οὗτός εἰμι· λοιδόρει δὲ μή·
Silenus:Whence hast thou sailed hither to Sicily?
Σιληνός:πόθεν Σικελίαν τήνδε ναυστολῶν πάρει;
Odysseus:From Ilium and the toils of Troy.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἐξ Ἰλίου γε κἀπὸ Τρωικῶν πόνων.
Silenus:How was that? didst thou not know the passage to thy native land?
Σιληνός:πῶς; πορθμὸν οὐκ ᾔδησθα πατρῴας χθονός;
Odysseus:Tempestuous winds drove me hither against my will.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἀνέμων θύελλαι δεῦρό μ’ ἥρπασαν βίᾳ.
Silenus:God wot! thou art in the same plight as I am.
Σιληνός:παπαῖ· τὸν αὐτὸν δαίμον’ ἐξαντλεῖς ἐμοί.
Odysseus:Why, wert thou too drifted hither against thy will?
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἦ καὶ σὺ δεῦρο πρὸς βίαν ἀπεστάλης;
Silenus:I was, as I pursued the pirates who carried Bromius off.
Σιληνός:λῃστὰς διώκων οἳ Βρόμιον ἀνήρπασαν.
Odysseus:What land is this and who are its inhabitants?
Ὀδυσσεύς:τίς δ’ ἥδε χώρα καὶ τίνες ναίουσί νιν;
Silenus:This is mount Aetna, the highest point in Sicily.
Σιληνός:Αἰτναῖος ὄχθος Σικελίας ὑπέρτατος.
Odysseus:But where are the city-walls and ramparts?
Ὀδυσσεύς:τείχη δὲ ποῦ ’στι καὶ πόλεως πυργώματα;
Silenus:There are none; the headlands, sir, are void of men.
Σιληνός:οὐκ εἴσ’· ἔρημοι πρῶνες ἀνθρώπων, ξένε.
Odysseus:Who then possess the land? the race of wild creatures?
Ὀδυσσεύς:τίνες δ’ ἔχουσι γαῖαν; ἦ θηρῶν γένος;
Silenus:The Cyclopes, who have caves, not roofed houses.
Σιληνός:Κύκλωπες, ἄντρ’ ἔχοντες, οὐ στέγας δόμων.
Odysseus:Obedient unto whom? or is the power in the people’s hands?
Ὀδυσσεύς:τίνος κλύοντες; ἢ δεδήμευται κράτος;
Silenus:They are rovers; no man obeys another in anything.
Σιληνός:νομάδες· ἀκούει δ’ οὐδὲν οὐδεὶς οὐδενός.
Odysseus:Do they sow Demeter’s grain, or on what do they live?
Ὀδυσσεύς:σπείρουσι δ’—ἢ τῷ ζῶσι;—Δήμητρος στάχυν;
Silenus:On milk and cheese and flesh of sheep.
Σιληνός:γάλακτι καὶ τυροῖσι καὶ μήλων βορᾷ.
Odysseus:Have they the drink of Bromius, the juice of the vine?
Ὀδυσσεύς:Βρομίου δὲ πῶμ’ ἔχουσιν, ἀμπέλου ῥοαῖς;
Silenus:No indeed! and thus it is a joyless land they dwell in.
Σιληνός:ἥκιστα· τοιγὰρ ἄχορον οἰκοῦσι χθόνα.
Odysseus:Are they hospitable and reverent towards strangers?
Ὀδυσσεύς:φιλόξενοι δὲ χὥσιοι περὶ ξένους;
Silenus:Strangers, they say, supply the daintiest meat.
Σιληνός:γλυκύτατά φασι τὰ κρέα τοὺς ξένους φορεῖν.
Odysseus:What, do they delight in killing men and eating them?
Ὀδυσσεύς:τί φῄς; βορᾷ χαίρουσιν ἀνθρωποκτόνῳ;
Silenus:No one has ever arrived here without being butchered.
Σιληνός:οὐδεὶς μολὼν δεῦρ’ ὅστις οὐ κατεσφάγη.
Odysseus:Where is the Cyclops himself? inside his dwelling?
Ὀδυσσεύς:αὐτὸς δὲ Κύκλωψ ποῦ ’στιν; ἦ δόμων ἔσω;
Silenus:He is gone hunting wild beasts with hounds on Aetna.
Σιληνός:φροῦδος πρὸς Αἴτνῃ θῆρας ἰχνεύων κυσίν.
Odysseus:Dost know then what to do, that we may be gone from the land?
Ὀδυσσεύς:οἶσθ’ οὖν ὃ δρᾶσον, ὡς ἀπαίρωμεν χθονός;
Silenus:Not I, Odysseus; but I would do anything for thee.
Σιληνός:οὐκ οἶδ’, Ὀδυσσεῦ· πᾶν δέ σοι δρῴημεν ἄν.
Odysseus:Sell us food, of which we are in need.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ὅδησον ἡμῖν σῖτον, οὗ σπανίζομεν.
Silenus:There is nothing but flesh, as I said.
Σιληνός:οὐκ ἔστιν, ὥσπερ εἶπον, ἄλλο πλὴν κρέας.
Odysseus:Well, even that is a pleasant preventive of hunger.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἀλλ’ ἡδὺ λιμοῦ καὶ τόδε σχετήριον.
Silenus:And there is cheese curdled with fig-juice, and the milk of kine.
Σιληνός:καὶ τυρὸς ὀπίας ἔστι καὶ βοὸς γάλα.
Odysseus:Bring them out; a man should see his purchases.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἐκφέρετε· φῶς γὰρ ἐμπολήμασιν πρέπει.
Silenus:But tell me, how much gold wilt thou give me in exchange?
Σιληνός:σὺ δ’ ἀντιδώσεις, εἰπέ μοι, χρυσὸν πόσον;
Odysseus:No gold bring I, but Dionysus’ drink.
Ὀδυσσεύς:οὐ χρυσόν, ἀλλὰ πῶμα Διονύσου φέρω.
Silenus:Most welcome words! I have long been wanting that.
Σιληνός:ὦ φίλτατ’ εἰπών, οὗ σπανίζομεν πάλαι.
Odysseus:Yes, it was Maron, the god’s son, who gave me a draught.
Ὀδυσσεύς:καὶ μὴν Μάρων μοι πῶμ’ ἔδωκε, παῖς θεοῦ.
Silenus:What! Maron whom once I dandled in these arms?
Σιληνός:ὃν ἐξέθρεψα ταῖσδ’ ἐγώ ποτ’ ἀγκάλαις;
Odysseus:The son of the Bacchic god, that thou mayst learn more certainly.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ὁ Βακχίου παῖς, ὡς σαφέστερον μάθῃς.
Silenus:Is it inside the ship, or hast thou it with thee?
Σιληνός:ἐν σέλμασιν νεώς ἐστιν, ἢ φέρεις σύ νιν;
Odysseus:This, as thou seest, is the skin that holds it, old sir.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ὅδ’ ἁσκὸς ὃς κεύθει νιν· ὡς ὁρᾷς, γέρον.
Silenus:Why, that would not give me so much as a mouthful.
Σιληνός:οὗτος μὲν οὐδ’ ἂν τὴν γνάθον πλήσειέ μου.
Odysseus:This, and twice as much again as will run from the skin.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ναί·δὶς ⟨γὰρ⟩ τόσον πῶμ’ ὅσον ἂν ἐξ ἀσκοῦ ῥυῇ.
Silenus:Fair the rill thou speakest of, delicious to me.
Σιληνός:καλήν γε κρήνην εἶπας ἡδεῖάν τ’ ἐμοί.
Odysseus:Shall I let thee taste the wine unmixed, to start with?
Ὀδυσσεύς:βούλῃ σε γεύσω πρῶτον ἄκρατον μέθυ;
Silenus:A reasonable offer; for of a truth a taste invites the purchase.
Σιληνός:δίκαιον· ἦ γὰρ γεῦμα τὴν ὠνὴν καλεῖ.
Odysseus:Well, I haul about a cup as well as the skin.
Ὀδυσσεύς:καὶ μὴν ἐφέλκω καὶ ποτῆρ’ ἀσκοῦ μέτα.
Silenus:Come, let it gurgle in, that I may revive my memory by a pull at it.
Σιληνός:φέρ’ ἐκπάταξον, ὡς ἀναμνησθῶ πιών.
Odysseus:There then!
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἰδού.
Silenus:Ye gods! what a delicious scent it has!
Σιληνός:παπαιάξ, ὡς καλὴν ὀσμὴν ἔχει.
Odysseus:What! didst thou see it?
Ὀδυσσεύς:εἶδες γὰρ αὐτήν;
Silenus:No, i’ faith, but I smell it.
Σιληνός:οὐ μὰ Δί’, ἀλλ’ ὀσφραίνομαι.
Odysseus:Taste it then, that thy approval may not stop at words.
Ὀδυσσεύς:γεῦσαί νυν, ὡς ἂν μὴ λόγῳ ’’παινῇς μόνον.
Silenus:Zounds! Bacchus is inviting me to dance; ha! ha!
Σιληνός:βαβαί· χορεῦσαι παρακαλεῖ μ’ ὁ Βάκχιος.ἆ ἆ ἆ.
Odysseus:Did it not gurgle finely down thy throttle?
Ὀδυσσεύς:μῶν τὸν λάρυγγα διεκάναξέ σου καλῶς;
Silenus:Aye that it did, to the ends of my fingers.
Σιληνός:ὥστ’ εἰς ἄκρους γε τοὺς ὄνυχας ἀφίκετο.
Odysseus:Well, we will give thee money besides.
Ὀδυσσεύς:πρὸς τῷδε μέντοι καὶ νόμισμα δώσομεν.
Silenus:Only undo the skin, and never mind the money.
Σιληνός:χάλα τὸν ἀσκὸν μόνον· ἔα τὸ χρυσίον.
Odysseus:Bring out the cheeses then and lambs.
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἐκφέρετέ νυν τυρεύματ’ ἢ μήλων τόκον.
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 lovewith 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.
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 ἐξανιστάναιμαστοῦ τε δραγμὸς καὶ παρεσκευασμένουψαῦσαι χεροῖν λειμῶνος, ὀρχηστύς θ’ ἅμακακῶν τε λῆστις. εἶτ’ ἐγὼ ⟨οὐ⟩ κυνήσομαιτοιόνδε πῶμα, τὴν Κύκλωπος ἀμαθίανκλαίειν κελεύων καὶ τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν μέσον;
Chorus:Hearken, Odysseus, let us hold some converse with thee.
Χορός:ἄκου’, Ὀδυσσεῦ· διαλαλήσωμέν τί σοι.
Odysseus:Well, do so; ours is a meeting of friends.
Ὀδυσσεύς:καὶ μὴν φίλοι γε προσφέρεσθε πρὸς φίλον.
Chorus:Did you take Troy and capture the famous Helen?
Χορός:ἐλάβετε Τροίαν τὴν Ἑλένην τε χειρίαν;
Odysseus:Aye, and we destroyed the whole family of Priam.
Ὀδυσσεύς:καὶ πάντα γ’ οἶκον Πριαμιδῶν ἐπέρσαμεν.
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!
Χορός:οὔκουν, ἐπειδὴ τὴν νεᾶνιν εἵλετε,ἅπαντες αὐτὴν διεκροτήσατ’ ἐν μέρει,ἐπεί γε πολλοῖς ἥδεται γαμουμένη;τὴν προδότιν, ἣ τοὺς θυλάκους τοὺς ποικίλουςπερὶ τοῖν σκελοῖν ἰδοῦσα καὶ τὸν χρύσεονκλῳὸν φοροῦντα περὶ μέσον τὸν αὐχέναἐξεπτοήθη, Μενέλεων, ἀνθρώπιονλῷστον, λιποῦσα. μηδαμοῦ γένος ποτὲφῦναι γυναικῶν ὤφελ’ — εἰ μὴ ’μοὶ μόνῳ.
Silenus:(reappearing with food.) Lo! I bring you fat food from the flocks, king Odysseus, the young of bleating sheepand 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.
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.
Chorus:Alack! yonder comes the Cyclops; what shall we do?
—οἴμοι· Κύκλωψ ὅδ’ ἔρχεται· τί δράσομεν;
Odysseus:Then truly are we lost, old sir! whither must we fly?
Ὀδυσσεύς:ἀπολώλαμεν γάρ, ὦ γέρον· ποῖ χρὴ φυγεῖν;
Silenus:Inside this rock, for there ye may conceal yourselves.
Σιληνός:ἔσω πέτρας τῆσδ’, οὗπερ ἂν λάθοιτέ γε.
Odysseus:Dangerous advice of thine, to run into the net!
Ὀδυσσεύς:δεινὸν τόδ’ εἶπας, ἀρκύων μολεῖν ἔσω.
Silenus:No danger; there are ways of escape in plenty in the rock.
Σιληνός:οὐ δεινόν· εἰσὶ καταφυγαὶ πολλαὶ πέτρας.
Odysseus:No, never that; for surely Troy will groan and loudly too, if we flee from a single man, when I have oft withstoodwith 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.
Ὀδυσσεύς:οὐ δῆτ’· ἐπεί τἂν μεγάλα γ’ ἡ Τροία στένοι,εἰ φευξόμεσθ’ ἕν’ ἄνδρα, μυρίον δ’ ὄχλονΦρυγῶν ὑπέστην πολλάκις σὺν ἀσπίδι.ἀλλ’, εἰ θανεῖν δεῖ, κατθανούμεθ’ εὐγενῶς,ἢ ζῶντες αἶνον τὸν πάρος συσσώσομεν.
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?
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 μητέρωνπλευρὰς τρέχουσι, σχοινίνοις τ’ ἐν τεύχεσινπλήρωμα τυρῶν ἐστιν ἐξημελγμένον;
How now? what say you? One of ye will soon be shedding tears from the weight of my club; look up, not down.
τί φατε; τί λέγετε; τάχα τις ὑμῶν τῷ ξύλῳδάκρυα μεθήσει· βλέπετ’ ἄνω καὶ μὴ κάτω.
Chorus:There! my head is bent back till I see Zeus himself; I behold both the stars and Orion.
Χορός:ἰδού, πρὸς αὐτὸν τὸν Δί’ ἀνακεκύφαμεν,καὶ τἄστρα καὶ τὸν Ὠρίωνα δέρκομαι.
Cyclops:Is my breakfast quite ready?
Κύκλωψ:ἄριστόν ἐστιν εὖ παρεσκευασμένον;
Chorus:’Tis laid; be thy throat only ready.
Χορός:πάρεστιν. ὁ φάρυγξ εὐτρεπὴς ἔστω μόνον.
Cyclops:Are the bowls too full of milk?
Κύκλωψ:ἦ καὶ γάλακτός εἰσι κρατῆρες πλέῳ;
Chorus:Aye, so that thou canst swill off a whole hogshead, so it please thee.
Χορός:ὥστ’ ἐκπιεῖν γέ σ’, ἢν θέλῃς, ὅλον πίθον.
Cyclops:Sheeps’ milk or cows’ milk or a mixture of both?
Κύκλωψ:μήλειον ἢ βόειον ἢ μεμιγμένον;
Chorus:Whichever thou wilt; don’t swallow me, that’s all.
Χορός:ὧν ἂν θέλῃς σύ, μὴ ’μὲ καταπίῃς μόνον.
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 cavestied up there with twisted osiers, cheese-presses scattered about, and old Silenus with his bald pate all swollen with blows.
Κύκλωψ:ἥκιστ’· ἐπεί μ’ ἂν ἐν μέσῃ τῇ γαστέριπηδῶντες 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 ἐμῶνστρεπταῖς λύγοισι σῶμα συμπεπλεγμένους,τεύχη τε τυρῶν συμμιγῆ, γέροντά τεπληγαῖς πρόσωπον φαλακρὸν ἐξῳδηκότα.
Silenus:Oh! oh! poor wretch that I am, pounded to a fever.
Σιληνός:ὤμοι, πυρέσσω συγκεκομμένος τάλας.
Cyclops:By whom? who has been pounding thy head, old sirrah?
Κύκλωψ:ὑπὸ τοῦ; τίς ἐς σὸν κρᾶτ’ ἐπύκτευσεν, γέρον;
Silenus:These are the culprits, Cyclops, all because I refused to let them plunder thee.
Σιληνός:ὑπὸ τῶνδε, Κύκλωψ, ὅτι τὰ σ’ οὐκ εἴων φέρειν.
Cyclops:Did they not know I was a god and sprung from gods?
Κύκλωψ:οὐκ ᾖσαν ὄντα θεόν με καὶ θεῶν ἄπο;
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 wouldtie 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 onefor heaving up stones, or else throw thee into a mill.
Σιληνός:ἔλεγον ἐγὼ τάδ’· οἳ δ’ ἐφόρουν τὰ χρήματα·καὶ τόν γε τυρὸν οὐκ ἐῶντος ἤσθιοντούς τ’ ἄρνας ἐξεφοροῦντο· δήσαντες δὲ σὲκλῳῷ τριπήχει, κᾆτα τὸν ὀφθαλμὸν μέσον…τὰ σπλάγχν’ ἔφασκον ἐξαμήσεσθαι βίᾳ,μάστιγί τ’ εὖ τὸ νῶτον ἀποθλίψειν σέθεν,κἄπειτα συνδήσαντες ἐς θἁδώλιατῆς νηὸς ἐμβαλόντες ἀποδώσειν τινὶπέτρους μοχλεύειν, ἢ ’ς μυλῶνα καταβαλεῖν.
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.
Κύκλωψ:ἄληθες; οὔκουν κοπίδας ὡς τάχιστ’ ἰὼνθήξεις μαχαίρας καὶ μέγαν φάκελον ξύλωνἐπιθεὶς ἀνάψεις; ὡς σφαγέντες αὐτίκαπλήσουσι νηδὺν τὴν ἐμὴν ἀπ’ ἄνθρακοςθερμὴν ἔδοντος δαῖτα τῷ κρεανόμῳ,τὰ δ’ ἐκ λέβητος ἑφθὰ καὶ τετηκότα.ὡς ἔκπλεώς γε δαιτός εἰμ’ ὀρεσκόου·ἅλις λεόντων ἐστί μοι θοινωμένῳἐλάφων τε, χρόνιος δ’ εἴμ’ ἀπ’ ἀνθρώπων βορᾶς.
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.
Σιληνός:τὰ καινά γ’ ἐκ τῶν ἠθάδων, ὦ δέσποτα,ἡδίον’ ἐστίν. οὐ γὰρ αὖ νεωστί γεἄλλοι πρὸς ἄντρα σοι ἐσαφίκοντο ξένοι.
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.
Ὀδυσσεύς:Κύκλωψ, ἄκουσον ἐν μέρει καὶ τῶν ξένων.ἡμεῖς βορᾶς χρῄζοντες ἐμπολὴν λαβεῖνσῶν ἆσσον ἄντρων ἤλθομεν νεὼς ἄπο.τοὺς δ’ ἄρνας ἡμῖν οὗτος ἀντ’ οἴνου σκύφουἀπημπόλα τε κἀδίδου πιεῖν λαβὼνἑκὼν ἑκοῦσι, κοὐδὲν ἦν τούτων βίᾳ.ἀλλ’ οὗτος ὑγιὲς οὐδὲν ὧν φησιν λέγει,ἐπεὶ κατελήφθη σοῦ λάθρᾳ πωλῶν τὰ σά.
Silenus:I? Perdition catch thee!
Σιληνός:ἐγώ; κακῶς γὰρ ἐξόλοι’.
Odysseus:If I am lying, yes.
Ὀδυσσεύς:εἰ ψεύδομαι.
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.
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 ἐγὼξένοισι χρήματ’. ἢ κακῶς οὗτοι κακοὶοἱ παῖδες ἀπόλοινθ’, οὓς μάλιστ’ ἐγὼ φιλῶ.
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.
Χορός:αὐτὸς ἔχ’. ἔγωγε τοῖς ξένοις τὰ χρήματαπερνάντα σ’ εἶδον· εἰ δ’ ἐγὼ ψευδῆ λέγω,ἀπόλοιθ’ ὁ πατήρ μου· τοὺς ξένους δὲ μὴ ἀδίκει.
Cyclops:Ye lie; for my part I put more faith in him than Rhadamanthus, declaring him more just.
Κύκλωψ:ψεύδεσθ’· ἔγωγε τῷδε τοῦ Ῥαδαμάνθυοςμᾶλλον πέποιθα καὶ δικαιότερον λέγω.
But I have some questions to ask. Whence sailed ye, strangers? of what country are you? what city was it nursed your childhood?
θέλω δ’ ἐρέσθαι· πόθεν ἐπλεύσατ’, ὦ ξένοι;ποδαποί; τίς ὑμᾶς ἐξεπαίδευσεν πόλις;
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.
Ὀδυσσεύς:Ἰθακήσιοι μὲν τὸ γένος, Ἰλίου δ’ ἄπο,πέρσαντες ἄστυ, πνεύμασιν θαλασσίοιςσὴν γαῖαν ἐξωσθέντες ἥκομεν, Κύκλωψ.
Cyclops:Are ye the men who visited on Ilium, that bordereth on Scamander’s wave, the rape of Helen, worst of women?
Κύκλωψ:ἦ τῆς κακίστης οἳ μετήλθεθ’ ἁρπαγὰςἙλένης Σκαμάνδρου γείτον’ Ἰλίου πόλιν;
Odysseus:We are; that was the fearful labour we endured.
Ὀδυσσεύς:οὗτοι, πόνον τὸν δεινὸν ἐξηντληκότες.
Cyclops:A sorry expedition yours, to have sailed to the land of Phrygia for the sake of one woman!
Κύκλωψ:αἰσχρὸν στράτευμά γ’, οἵτινες μιᾶς χάρινγυναικὸς ἐξεπλεύσατ’ ἐς γαῖαν Φρυγῶν.
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;
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 φίλουςκτανεῖν βοράν τε δυσσεβῆ θέσθαι γνάθοις·
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;
οἳ τὸν σόν, ὦναξ, πατέρ’ ἔχειν νεῶν ἕδραςἐρρυσάμεσθα γῆς ἐν Ἑλλάδος μυχοῖς.ἱερεύς τ’ ἄθραυστος Ταινάρου μένει λιμὴνΜαλέας τ’ ἄκροι κευθμῶνες ἥ τε Σουνίουδίας Ἀθάνας σῶς ὑπάργυρος πέτραΓεραίστιοί τε καταφυγαί· τὰ θ’ Ἑλλάδοςδύσφρον’ ὀνείδη Φρυξὶν οὐκ ἐδώκαμεν·ὧν καὶ σὺ κοινοῖ· γῆς γὰρ Ἑλλάδος μυχοὺςοἰκεῖς ὑπ’ Αἴτνῃ, τῇ πυριστάκτῳ πέτρᾳ.νόμος δὲ θνητοῖς, εἰ λόγους ἀποστρέφῃ,ἱκέτας δέχεσθαι ποντίους ἐφθαρμένουςξένιά τε δοῦναι καὶ πέπλοις ἐπαρκέσαι,οὐκ ἀμφὶ βουπόροισι πηχθέντας μέληὀβελοῖσι νηδὺν καὶ γνάθον πλῆσαι σέθεν.ἅλις δὲ Πριάμου γαῖ’ ἐχήρωσ’ Ἑλλάδα,πολλῶν νεκρῶν πιοῦσα δοριπετῆ φόνον,ἀλόχους τ’ ἀνάνδρους γραῦς τ’ ἄπαιδας ὤλεσενπολιούς τε πατέρας. εἰ δὲ τοὺς λελειμμένουςσὺ συμπυρώσας δαῖτ’ ἀναλώσεις πικράν,ποῖ τρέψεταί τις; ἀλλ’ ἐμοὶ πιθοῦ, Κύκλωψ·
forego thy ravenous greed and choose piety rather than wickedness; for on many a man ere now unrighteous gains have brought down retribution.
πάρες τὸ μάργον σῆς γνάθου, τὸ δ’ εὐσεβὲςτῆς δυσσεβείας ἀνθελοῦ· πολλοῖσι γὰρκέρδη πονηρὰ ζημίαν ἠμείψατο.
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.
Σιληνός:παραινέσαι σοι βούλομαι· τῶν γὰρ κρεῶνμηδὲν λίπῃς τοῦδ’, ἤν τε τὴν γλῶσσαν δάκῃς,κομψὸς γενήσῃ καὶ λαλίστατος, Κύκλωψ.
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?
Κύκλωψ:ὁ πλοῦτος, ἀνθρωπίσκε, τοῖς σοφοῖς θεός,τὰ δ’ ἄλλα κόμποι καὶ λόγων εὐμορφίαι.ἄκρας δ’ ἐναλίας ἃς καθίδρυται πατὴρχαίρειν κελεύω· τί τάδε προυστήσω λόγῳ;
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 myselfand 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.
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 δάκοςδαινύμενος, εὖ τέγγων τε γαστέρ’ ὑπτίαν,ἐπεκπιὼν γάλακτος ἀμφορέα, πέπλονκρούω, Διὸς βρονταῖσιν εἰς ἔριν κτυπῶν.ὅταν δὲ βορέας χιόνα Θρῄκιος χέῃ,δοραῖσι θηρῶν σῶμα περιβαλὼν ἐμὸνκαὶ 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’ ἡμέρανΖεὺς οὗτος ἀνθρώποισι τοῖσι σώφροσιν,λυπεῖν δὲ μηδὲν αὑτόν. οἳ δὲ τοὺς νόμουςἔθεντο ποικίλλοντες ἀνθρώπων βίον,κλαίειν ἄνωγα· τὴν ⟨δ’⟩ ἐμὴν ψυχὴν ἐγὼοὐ παύσομαι δρῶν εὖ—κατεσθίων τε σέ.ξένιά τε λήψῃ τοιάδ’, ὡς ἄμεμπτος ὦ,πῦρ καὶ πατρῷον τόνδε λέβητά γ’, ὃς ζέσαςσὴν σάρκα διαφόρητον ἀμφέξει καλῶς.
So in with you, that ye may feast me well, standing round the altar to honour the cavern’s god. [Enters his cave.
ἀλλ’ ἕρπετ’ εἴσω, τῷ κατ’ αὔλιον θεῷἵν’ ἀμφὶ βωμὸν στάντες εὐωχῆτέ με.
Odysseus:Alas! escaped from the troubles of Troy and the sea, my barque now strands upon the whim and forbidding heart of this savage.
Ὀδυσσεύς:αἰαῖ, πόνους μὲν Τρωικοὺς ὑπεξέδυνθαλασσίους τε, νῦν δ’ ἐς ἀνδρὸς ἀνοσίουγνώμην κατέσχον ἀλίμενόν τε καρδίαν.
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.
ὦ Παλλάς, ὦ δέσποινα Διογενὲς θεά,νῦν νῦν ἄρηξον· κρείσσονας γὰρ Ἰλίουπόνους ἀφῖγμαι κἀπὶ κινδύνου βάθρα.σύ τ’, ὦ φαεννῶν ἀστέρων οἰκῶν ἕδραςΖεῦ ξένι’, ὅρα τάδ’· εἰ γὰρ αὐτὰ μὴ βλέπεις,ἄλλως νομίζῃ Ζεὺς τὸ μηδὲν ὢν θεός.