Bacchae 912-976 (Murray)

Anna Muh / Transphobia in Bacchae
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  • Translated by George Gilbert Aimé Murray
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Διόνυσος
σὲ τὸν πρόθυμον ὄνθʼ μὴ χρεὼν ὁρᾶν
σπεύδοντά τʼ ἀσπούδαστα , Πενθέα λέγω ,
ἔξιθι πάροιθε δωμάτων , ὄφθητί μοι ,
σκευὴν γυναικὸς μαινάδος βάκχης ἔχων ,
μητρός τε τῆς σῆς καὶ λόχου κατάσκοπος ·
πρέπεις δὲ Κάδμου θυγατέρων μορφὴν μιᾷ .

Πενθεύς
καὶ μὴν ὁρᾶν μοι δύο μὲν ἡλίους δοκῶ ,
δισσὰς δὲ Θήβας καὶ πόλισμʼ ἑπτάστομον ·
καὶ ταῦρος ἡμῖν πρόσθεν ἡγεῖσθαι δοκεῖς
καὶ σῷ κέρατα κρατὶ προσπεφυκέναι .
ἀλλʼ ποτʼ ἦσθα θήρ ; τεταύρωσαι γὰρ οὖν .

Διόνυσος
θεὸς ὁμαρτεῖ , πρόσθεν ὢν οὐκ εὐμενής ,
ἔνσπονδος ἡμῖν · νῦν δʼ ὁρᾷς χρή σʼ ὁρᾶν .

Πενθεύς
τί φαίνομαι δῆτʼ ; οὐχὶ τὴν Ἰνοῦς στάσιν
τὴν Ἀγαύης ἑστάναι , μητρός γʼ ἐμῆς ;

Διόνυσος
αὐτὰς ἐκείνας εἰσορᾶν δοκῶ σʼ ὁρῶν .
ἀλλʼ ἐξ ἕδρας σοι πλόκαμος ἐξέστηχʼ ὅδε ,
οὐχ ὡς ἐγώ νιν ὑπὸ μίτρᾳ καθήρμοσα .

Πενθεύς
ἔνδον προσείων αὐτὸν ἀνασείων τʼ ἐγὼ
καὶ βακχιάζων ἐξ ἕδρας μεθώρμισα .

Διόνυσος
ἀλλʼ αὐτὸν ἡμεῖς , οἷς σε θεραπεύειν μέλει ,
πάλιν καταστελοῦμεν · ἀλλʼ ὄρθου κάρα .

Πενθεύς
ἰδού , σὺ κόσμει · σοὶ γὰρ ἀνακείμεσθα δή .

Διόνυσος
ζῶναί τέ σοι χαλῶσι κοὐχ ἑξῆς πέπλων
στολίδες ὑπὸ σφυροῖσι τείνουσιν σέθεν .

Πενθεύς
κἀμοὶ δοκοῦσι παρά γε δεξιὸν πόδα ·
τἀνθένδε δʼ ὀρθῶς παρὰ τένοντʼ ἔχει πέπλος .

Διόνυσος
πού με τῶν σῶν πρῶτον ἡγήσῃ φίλων ,
ὅταν παρὰ λόγον σώφρονας βάκχας ἴδῃς .

Πενθεύς
πότερα δὲ θύρσον δεξιᾷ λαβὼν χερὶ
τῇδε , βάκχῃ μᾶλλον εἰκασθήσομαι ;

Διόνυσος
ἐν δεξιᾷ χρὴ χἅμα δεξιῷ ποδὶ
αἴρειν νιν · αἰνῶ δʼ ὅτι μεθέστηκας φρενῶν .

Πενθεύς
ἆρʼ ἂν δυναίμην τὰς Κιθαιρῶνος πτυχὰς
αὐταῖσι βάκχαις τοῖς ἐμοῖς ὤμοις φέρειν ;

Διόνυσος
δύναιʼ ἄν , εἰ βούλοιο · τὰς δὲ πρὶν φρένας
οὐκ εἶχες ὑγιεῖς , νῦν δʼ ἔχεις οἵας σε δεῖ .

Πενθεύς
μοχλοὺς φέρωμεν ; χεροῖν ἀνασπάσω
κορυφαῖς ὑποβαλὼν ὦμον βραχίονα ;

Διόνυσος
μὴ σύ γε τὰ Νυμφῶν διολέσῃς ἱδρύματα
καὶ Πανὸς ἕδρας ἔνθʼ ἔχει συρίγματα .

Πενθεύς
καλῶς ἔλεξας · οὐ σθένει νικητέον
γυναῖκας · ἐλάταισιν δʼ ἐμὸν κρύψω δέμας .

Διόνυσος
κρύψῃ σὺ κρύψιν ἥν σε κρυφθῆναι χρεών ,
ἐλθόντα δόλιον μαινάδων κατάσκοπον .

Πενθεύς
καὶ μὴν δοκῶ σφᾶς ἐν λόχμαις ὄρνιθας ὣς
λέκτρων ἔχεσθαι φιλτάτοις ἐν ἕρκεσιν .

Διόνυσος
οὐκοῦν ἐπʼ αὐτὸ τοῦτʼ ἀποστέλλῃ φύλαξ ·
λήψῃ δʼ ἴσως σφᾶς , ἢν σὺ μὴ ληφθῇς πάρος .

Πενθεύς
κόμιζε διὰ μέσης με Θηβαίας χθονός ·
μόνος γὰρ αὐτῶν εἰμʼ ἀνὴρ τολμῶν τόδε .

Διόνυσος
μόνος σὺ πόλεως τῆσδʼ ὑπερκάμνεις , μόνος ·
τοιγάρ σʼ ἀγῶνες ἀναμένουσιν οὓς ἐχρῆν .
ἕπου δέ · πομπὸς δʼ εἶμʼ ἐγὼ σωτήριος ,
κεῖθεν δʼ ἀπάξει σʼ ἄλλος .

Πενθεύς
τεκοῦσά γε .

Διόνυσος
ἐπίσημον ὄντα πᾶσιν .

Πενθεύς
ἐπὶ τόδʼ ἔρχομαι .

Διόνυσος
φερόμενος ἥξεις

Πενθεύς
ἁβρότητʼ ἐμὴν λέγεις .

Διόνυσος
ἐν χερσὶ μητρός .

Πενθεύς
καὶ τρυφᾶν μʼ ἀναγκάσεις .

Διόνυσος
τρυφάς γε τοιάσδε .

Πενθεύς
ἀξίων μὲν ἅπτομαι .

Διόνυσος
δεινὸς σὺ δεινὸς κἀπὶ δείνʼ ἔρχῃ πάθη ,
ὥστʼ οὐρανῷ στηρίζον εὑρήσεις κλέος .
ἔκτεινʼ , Ἀγαύη , χεῖρας αἵ θʼ ὁμόσποροι
Κάδμου θυγατέρες · τὸν νεανίαν ἄγω
τόνδʼ εἰς ἀγῶνα μέγαν , νικήσων δʼ ἐγὼ
καὶ Βρόμιος ἔσται . τἄλλα δʼ αὐτὸ σημανεῖ .
Dionysus .
O eye that cravest sights thou must not see ,
O heart athirst for that which slakes not ! Thee ,
Pentheus , I call ; forth and be seen , in guise
Of woman , Maenad , saint of Dionyse ,
To spy upon His Chosen and thine own
Mother !
Thy shape , methinks , is like to one
Of Cadmus ' royal maids !

Pentheus .
Yea ; and mine eye
Is bright ! Yon sun shines twofold in the sky ,
Thebes twofold and the Wall of Seven Gates . . . .
And is it a Wild Bull this , that walks and waits
Before me ? There are horns upon thy brow !
What art thou , man or beast ? For surely now
The Bull is on thee !

Dionysus .
He who erst was wrath ,
Goes with us now in gentleness . He hath
Unsealed thine eyes to see what thou shouldst see .

Pentheus .
Say ; stand I not as Ino stands , or she
Who bore me ?

Dionysus .
When I look on thee , it seems
I see their very selves ! But stay ; why streams
That lock abroad , not where I laid it , crossed
Under the coif ?

Pentheus .
I did it , as I tossed
My head in dancing , to and fro , and cried
His holy music !

Dionysus .
It shall soon be tied
Aright . ' Tis mine to tend thee . . . . Nay , but stand
With head straight .

Pentheus .
In the hollow of thy hand
I lay me . Deck me as thou wilt .

Dionysus .
Thy zone
Is loosened likewise ; and the folded gown
Not evenly falling to the feet .

Pentheus .
' Tis so ,
By the right foot . But here , methinks , they flow
In one straight line to the heel .

Dionysus .
And if thou prove
Their madness true , aye , more than true , what love
And thanks hast thou for me ?

Pentheus .
In my right hand
Is it , or thus , that I should bear the wand ,
To be most like to them ?

Dionysus .
Up let it swing
In the right hand , timed with the right foot ' s spring . . . .
' Tis well thy heart is changed !

Pentheus .
What strength is this !
Kithaeron ' s steeps and all that in them is
How say ' st thou ? Could my shoulders lift the whole ?

Dionysus .
Surely thou canst , and if thou wilt ! Thy soul ,
Being once so sick , now stands as it should stand .

Pentheus .
Shall it be bars of iron ? Or this bare hand
And shoulder to the crags , to wrench them down ?

Dionysus .
Wouldst wreck the Nymphs ' wild temples , and the brown
Rocks , where Pan pipes at noonday ?

Pentheus
Nay ; not I !
Force is not well with women . I will lie
Hid in the pine-brake .

Dionysus .
Even as fits a spy
On holy and fearful things , so shalt thou lie !

Pentheus .
They lie there now , methinks the wild birds , caught
By love among the leaves , and fluttering not !

Dionysus .
It may be . That is what thou goest to see ,
Aye , and to trap them so they trap not thee !

Pentheus .
Forth through the Thebans ' town ! I am their king ,
Aye , their one Man , seeing I dare this thing !

Dionysus .
Yea , thou shalt bear their burden , thou alone ;
Therefore thy trial awaiteth thee ! But on ;
With me into thine ambush shalt thou come
Unscathed ; then let another bear thee home !

Pentheus .
The Queen , my mother .

Dionysus .
Marked of every eye .

Pentheus .
For that I go !

Dionysus .
Thou shalt be borne on high !

Pentheus .
That were like pride !

Dionysus .
Thy mother ' s hands shall share
Thy carrying .

Pentheus .
Nay ; I need not such soft care !

Dionysus .
So soft ?

Pentheus .
Whate ' er it be , I have earned it well !

Dionysus .
Fell , fell art thou ; and to a doom so fell
Thou walkest , that thy name from South to North
Shall shine , a sign for ever ! Reach thou forth
Thine arms , Agâvê , now , and ye dark-browed
Cadmeian sisters ! Greet this prince so proud
To the high ordeal , where save God and me ,
None walks unscathed ! The rest this day shall see .

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