Chapman 9.420-436
Maria Curley /
- Created on 2024-06-04 20:01:14
- Modified on 2024-07-22 21:31:58
- Translated by George Chapman (1615)
- Aligned by Maria Curley
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αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ βούλευον , ὅπως ὄχʼ ἄριστα γένοιτο ,
εἴ τινʼ ἑταίροισιν θανάτου λύσιν ἠδʼ ἐμοὶ αὐτῷ
εὑροίμην · πάντας δὲ δόλους καὶ μῆτιν ὕφαινον
ὥς τε περὶ ψυχῆς · μέγα γὰρ κακὸν ἐγγύθεν ἦεν .
ἥδε δέ μοι κατὰ θυμὸν ἀρίστη φαίνετο βουλή .
ἄρσενες ὄιες ἦσαν ἐυτρεφέες , δασύμαλλοι ,
καλοί τε μεγάλοι τε , ἰοδνεφὲς εἶρος ἔχοντες ·
τοὺς ἀκέων συνέεργον ἐυστρεφέεσσι λύγοισιν ,
τῇς ἔπι Κύκλωψ εὗδε πέλωρ , ἀθεμίστια εἰδώς ,
σύντρεις αἰνύμενος · ὁ μὲν ἐν μέσῳ ἄνδρα φέρεσκε ,
τὼ δʼ ἑτέρω ἑκάτερθεν ἴτην σώοντες ἑταίρους .
τρεῖς δὲ ἕκαστον φῶτʼ ὄιες φέρον · αὐτὰρ ἐγώ γε—
ἀρνειὸς γὰρ ἔην μήλων ὄχʼ ἄριστος ἁπάντων ,
τοῦ κατὰ νῶτα λαβών , λασίην ὑπὸ γαστέρʼ ἐλυσθεὶς
κείμην · αὐτὰρ χερσὶν ἀώτου θεσπεσίοιο
νωλεμέως στρεφθεὶς ἐχόμην τετληότι θυμῷ .
ὣς τότε μὲν στενάχοντες ἐμείναμεν Ἠῶ δῖαν .
εἴ τινʼ ἑταίροισιν θανάτου λύσιν ἠδʼ ἐμοὶ αὐτῷ
εὑροίμην · πάντας δὲ δόλους καὶ μῆτιν ὕφαινον
ὥς τε περὶ ψυχῆς · μέγα γὰρ κακὸν ἐγγύθεν ἦεν .
ἥδε δέ μοι κατὰ θυμὸν ἀρίστη φαίνετο βουλή .
ἄρσενες ὄιες ἦσαν ἐυτρεφέες , δασύμαλλοι ,
καλοί τε μεγάλοι τε , ἰοδνεφὲς εἶρος ἔχοντες ·
τοὺς ἀκέων συνέεργον ἐυστρεφέεσσι λύγοισιν ,
τῇς ἔπι Κύκλωψ εὗδε πέλωρ , ἀθεμίστια εἰδώς ,
σύντρεις αἰνύμενος · ὁ μὲν ἐν μέσῳ ἄνδρα φέρεσκε ,
τὼ δʼ ἑτέρω ἑκάτερθεν ἴτην σώοντες ἑταίρους .
τρεῖς δὲ ἕκαστον φῶτʼ ὄιες φέρον · αὐτὰρ ἐγώ γε—
ἀρνειὸς γὰρ ἔην μήλων ὄχʼ ἄριστος ἁπάντων ,
τοῦ κατὰ νῶτα λαβών , λασίην ὑπὸ γαστέρʼ ἐλυσθεὶς
κείμην · αὐτὰρ χερσὶν ἀώτου θεσπεσίοιο
νωλεμέως στρεφθεὶς ἐχόμην τετληότι θυμῷ .
ὣς τότε μὲν στενάχοντες ἐμείναμεν Ἠῶ δῖαν .
But
I
,
contending
what
I
could
invent
My friends and me from death so eminent
To get deliver’d , all my wiles I wove
( Life being the subject ) and did this approve :
Fat fleecy rams , most fair , and great , lay there ,
That did a burden like a violet bear .
These , while this learn’d-in-villainy did sleep ,
I yok’d with osiers cut there , sheep to sheep ,
Three in a rank , and still the mid sheep bore
A man about his belly , the two more
March’d on his each side for defence . I then ,
Choosing myself the fairest of the den ,
His fleecy belly under-crept , embrac’d
His back , and in his rich wool wrapt me fast
With both my hands , arm’d with as fast a mind .
And thus each man hung , till the morning shin’d ;
My friends and me from death so eminent
To get deliver’d , all my wiles I wove
( Life being the subject ) and did this approve :
Fat fleecy rams , most fair , and great , lay there ,
That did a burden like a violet bear .
These , while this learn’d-in-villainy did sleep ,
I yok’d with osiers cut there , sheep to sheep ,
Three in a rank , and still the mid sheep bore
A man about his belly , the two more
March’d on his each side for defence . I then ,
Choosing myself the fairest of the den ,
His fleecy belly under-crept , embrac’d
His back , and in his rich wool wrapt me fast
With both my hands , arm’d with as fast a mind .
And thus each man hung , till the morning shin’d ;