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- Created on 2024-06-03 17:34:31
- Modified on 2024-07-22 21:34:03
- Translated by George Chapman (1615)
- Aligned by Maria Curley
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Οὖτις ἐμοί γʼ ὄνομα · Οὖτιν δέ με κικλήσκουσι
μήτηρ ἠδὲ πατὴρ ἠδʼ ἄλλοι πάντες ἑταῖροι .
ὣς ἐφάμην , ὁ δέ μʼ αὐτίκʼ ἀμείβετο νηλέι θυμῷ ·
Οὖτιν ἐγὼ πύματον ἔδομαι μετὰ οἷς ἑτάροισιν ,
τοὺς δʼ ἄλλους πρόσθεν · τὸ δέ τοι ξεινήιον ἔσται .
ἦ καὶ ἀνακλινθεὶς πέσεν ὕπτιος , αὐτὰρ ἔπειτα
κεῖτʼ ἀποδοχμώσας παχὺν αὐχένα , κὰδ δέ μιν ὕπνος
ᾕρει πανδαμάτωρ · φάρυγος δʼ ἐξέσσυτο οἶνος
ψωμοί τʼ ἀνδρόμεοι · ὁ δʼ ἐρεύγετο οἰνοβαρείων .
καὶ τότʼ ἐγὼ τὸν μοχλὸν ὑπὸ σποδοῦ ἤλασα πολλῆς ,
ἧος θερμαίνοιτο · ἔπεσσι δὲ πάντας ἑταίρους
θάρσυνον , μή τίς μοι ὑποδείσας ἀναδύη .
μήτηρ ἠδὲ πατὴρ ἠδʼ ἄλλοι πάντες ἑταῖροι .
ὣς ἐφάμην , ὁ δέ μʼ αὐτίκʼ ἀμείβετο νηλέι θυμῷ ·
Οὖτιν ἐγὼ πύματον ἔδομαι μετὰ οἷς ἑτάροισιν ,
τοὺς δʼ ἄλλους πρόσθεν · τὸ δέ τοι ξεινήιον ἔσται .
ἦ καὶ ἀνακλινθεὶς πέσεν ὕπτιος , αὐτὰρ ἔπειτα
κεῖτʼ ἀποδοχμώσας παχὺν αὐχένα , κὰδ δέ μιν ὕπνος
ᾕρει πανδαμάτωρ · φάρυγος δʼ ἐξέσσυτο οἶνος
ψωμοί τʼ ἀνδρόμεοι · ὁ δʼ ἐρεύγετο οἰνοβαρείων .
καὶ τότʼ ἐγὼ τὸν μοχλὸν ὑπὸ σποδοῦ ἤλασα πολλῆς ,
ἧος θερμαίνοιτο · ἔπεσσι δὲ πάντας ἑταίρους
θάρσυνον , μή τίς μοι ὑποδείσας ἀναδύη .
My
name
is
No-Man
;
No-Man
each
degree
Of friends , as well as parents , call my name . ’
He answer’d , as his cruel soul became :
‘No-Man ! I’ll eat thee last of all thy friends ;
And this is that in which so much amends
I vow’d to thy deservings , thus shall be
My hospitable gift made good to thee . ’
This said , he upwards fell , but then bent round
His fleshy neck ; and Sleep , with all crowns crown’d ,
Subdued the savage . From his throat brake out
My wine , with man’s-flesh gobbets , like a spout ,
When , loaded with his cups , he lay and snor’d ;
And then took I the club’s end up , and gor’d
The burning coal-heap , that the point might heat ;
Confirm’d my fellow’s minds , lest Fear should let
Their vow’d assay , and make them fly my aid .
Of friends , as well as parents , call my name . ’
He answer’d , as his cruel soul became :
‘No-Man ! I’ll eat thee last of all thy friends ;
And this is that in which so much amends
I vow’d to thy deservings , thus shall be
My hospitable gift made good to thee . ’
This said , he upwards fell , but then bent round
His fleshy neck ; and Sleep , with all crowns crown’d ,
Subdued the savage . From his throat brake out
My wine , with man’s-flesh gobbets , like a spout ,
When , loaded with his cups , he lay and snor’d ;
And then took I the club’s end up , and gor’d
The burning coal-heap , that the point might heat ;
Confirm’d my fellow’s minds , lest Fear should let
Their vow’d assay , and make them fly my aid .