The Furies Aeschylus Robert Potter (1721–1804) Perseus Project, Tufts University Gregory Crane Digital conversion and CTS/EpiDoc encoding Gregory Crane Perseus Project Medford, MA Perseus Project Public domain (U.S.)

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Aeschylus The tragedies of Aeschylus The second edition, corrected, with notes Robert Potter London W. Strahan and T. Cadell 1779 2 volumes HathiTrust catalog record

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THE FURIES. THE FURIES.

IT is pleaſant enough to obſerve with what heat the critics riſe againſt this tragedy. C'eſt ſi bizarre. L'unité de lieu n'eſt pas gardée dans cette piéce: mais ce n'eſt pas-la qui choque le plus. -Tota economia dramatis impia eſt et inepta.-Hic uno momento tota ſcenæ facies mutatur, et pro Delphis ac templo Apollinis Delphici habemus Athenas et templum Minervæ Athenis. Nihil ineptius aut inconcinnius excogitari poſſet.The

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220The poet, it ſeems, had dared to violate the unities; and further has introduced perſonages of ſo extravagant a character as to baffle the ſkill of theſe literary martinets, and to whip them from their ſoining fence; hinc illæ lachrymæ. Æſchylus in all his other pieces that remain to us, has paid the ſtricteſt attention to theſe favourite unities; and with reaſon; he was their father, and knew their merit as well as any man: Even here, where his management of the ſubject led him to treat them with leſs reſpect, he has ſoftened the violation by a kind of magic power: Apollo and the Furies muſt be allowed the liberty to tranſport themſelves whither and when they pleaſe; and Mercury has the charge of conducting Oreſtes; ſo that had Horace wrote, Ille per extentum Funem mihi poſſe videtur Ire poeta, meum qui pectus inaniter angit, Inritat, Inritat, mulcet, falfis terroribus implet Ut magus, et modo me DELPHIS, modo ponit Athenis,

The alluſion would have added a wonderful propriety to the expreſſion, and the lines have conveyed a juſt character of this tragedy. However a French or a Dutch critic may be ſlocked at this change of ſcene, to an Athenian nothing could be more agreeable than to ſee a conteſt, which Apollo could not compoſe at Delphos, brought before the great council of his own city, the God in perſon attending and pleading in the cauſe. That reſpect to his country, which diſtinguiſhes our noble poet above all the writers of antiquity, has an irreſiſtible charm. "Rules, art, decorum, all fall before it. It goes directly to the heart, and gains all purpoſes at once." The Engliſh reader feels this in its full force, and Æſchylus is acquitted of the charge of having violated an

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222an unity. As theſe dreadful ſiſters were the miniſters of the offended Gods, to execute their vengeance on impious mortals ſtained with blood, juſt, impartial, and of reſiſtleſs power, they were held in the higheſt reverence: as they were cruel, implacable, and delighted with their terrible office, they were deteſted, and abhorred by Gods and men: this accounts for the very different treatment they here meet with. For the reſt, let P. Brumoy be the poet's advocate. " On ſent aſſez que les traits rude et un peu groſſiers de cette piéce ſont fort oppoſés à notre goût, et au vray goût du théâtre. Mais il ne faut pas confondre parmi ces traits, ce qui regarde uniquement les mœurs et les idées des Grecs. Le ronſlement des Furies, et ce ſpectacle des monſtres difformes, ne vaut du tout rien. Cependant, comme c'etoient des Divinités reſpectable pour les Grecs, ils les

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223" les voyoient avec d'autre yeux que nous. A plus forte raiſon devoient-ils être moins choqués de voir Apollon plaider pour Oreſte, et Minerve jouer le rôle qu'elle joue. Tout cela étoit dans leur genie; et il est néceſſaire qu'on s'en rapproche autant qu'il eſt poſſible, pour ne pas trouver ridicule une tragédie qui ne l'étoit certainement pas au goût du peuple LE PLUS POLI DE L'UNIVERS."

Had theſe critics explained the motives, which induced this venerable court to acquit Oreſtes, from the laws and uſages of ancient times, they would have been better employed: but not a word of this. This curious enquiry was reſerved for a writer of a very different genius; and the reader will thank me for referring him to the notes on the Epiſtle to the Piſos, V. 127. This

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224This ſoul ſiſterhood on the Athenian ſtage amounted to fifty: the conſternation ariſing from their hideous figures, and geſtures, and yellings, had ſuch fatal effects upon the children et les femmes enceintes, that the ſtate by an expreſs law reduced the number of the Chorus to fifteen, and afterwards to twelve. But the tranſlator dares aſſure the Engliſh ladies, for whom he has too great a reſpect to offer them any thing that can have the leaſt tendency to hurt them, that they may read this play with the utmoſt ſafety. Theſe ancient virgins are, to be ſure, at firſt a little wayward, and rather outrageous; but they ſoften by degrees, till they become perfectly good-humoured, and the beſt company in the world. He flatters himſelf that he needs not make any apology for paſſing ſo ſlightly over ces ronflements redoublés des Furies, which are marked with great exactneſs

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225neſſs in the original; nor for an omiſſion of ſomewhat a ſimilar nature in the laſt ſcene of the PERSIANS. He has taken the liberty to change the poſition of a few lines, where the Furies quit the temple of Apollo : which to him appeared neceſſary.

Perſons of the Drama. THE PYTHIAN PRIESTESS.APOLLO.MINERVA.THE GHOST OF CLYTEMNESTRA.ORESTES.CHORUS, THE FURIES.
The PRIESTESS. WITH reverence firſt to the Earth I pay theſe vows, The firſt prophetic pow'r: to Themis next, Who next her mother held, they ſay, this ſeat Oracular: Titanian Phœbe then, She too the daughter of the Earth, unforc'd Aſſum'd this ſeat; to Phœbus at his birth Rich Rich giftsa, in honour of the day, ſhe brought, And grac'd him with her name; the Delian rock, The lake he left, and anchor'd in the port Sacred to Pallas: thence to this fair region, And high Parnaffus, held his folemn march: Attendant on his ſtate the ſons of Vulcanb With reverend awe prepare his way, and tame The rude and ſavage earth; the joyful people Hail his arrival, and the ſceptred Delphus, Lord of this realm, ador'd the paſſing God: With his own ſacred ſkill high Jove inſpir'd His raptur'd ſoul, and placed him on this throne, The fourth prophetic God, whence now he gives His father's oracles: To these I raiſe My first-breath'd vows. Nor leſs Pronæan Pallas c The PRIESTESS. Demands her meed of praiſe. Next I adore The nymphs, that in Corycia's cavern'd rocksd, Lov'd haunt of foaring birds, in ruſtic ſtate Have fix'd their reſidence; tho' Bacchus claims The rude domain: my memory now recallse With what a port he led his raging nymphs To havoc, when devoted Pentheus fled Affrighted, as an hare, before his hunters. The fountains next of Pliſtus, and the pow'r Of Neptunef I invoke: and laſtly thee, Supreme, all-perfect Jove! Theſe rites perform'd, As Prieſteſs of the Shrine I reaſſume My ſacred ſeat. Frequented as of old Be this oracular fane; and may the Gods Grant me aufpicious anſwers: if from Greece Th' The PRIESTESS. Th' inquirers, pleas'd return they with the Fates! But my voice utters, what the God inſpires. [She enters the Temple, and returns affrighted.] Things horrible to tell, and horrible To fight, have forc'd me from the fane again: Trembling with fear my lax limbs ill ſupport My frame, ſave that my hands with eager graſp Uphold my ſinking weakness as I paſs. As to the ſhrine with many' a garland crown'd I bend my age-enfeebled ſteps, beneath The central dome I ſee a man abhorr'd By the juſt Gods, a ſuppliant it ſhou'd ſeem, For ſuch his poſture; but his hands are ſtain'd With blood; in one he holds a new-drawn ſword, High in the other crown'd with ample wreaths An olive branch, with wreaths of ſnowy wool Handſomely wrought: thus far I ſpeak aſſur'd. Before him lies a troop of hideous women Stretch'd on the feats, and ſleeping; yet not women, But Gorgons rather, nor the Gorgon form Exactly repreſenting, as I have ſeen them Drawn by the painter's imitative pencil, The PRIESTESS. Snatching the viands from the board of Phineusg. Theſe have not wings; but cloth'd in ſable ſtoles, Abhorr'd and execrable; as they fleep Hoarſe in their hollow throats their harsh breath rattles, And their gall'd eyes a rheumy gore diſtil. Ill ſuit ſuch loathsome weeds the hallow'd fane Graced with the forms of ſculptur'd Gods, ill ſuit The roofs of men: ſo foul a ſiſterhood Till now I never faw; no land can boaſt To have produc'd a breed ſo horrible, But toils, and groans, and miſchiefs muſt enſue. But here Apollo reigns; his aweful pow'r Guards his own fane, auspicious to diſcloſe The dark decrees of Fate, to ſpread the glow Of vig'rous health, to breath th' ambrofial gales And chaſe from other manſions all that hurts. The Temple opens. -APOLLO is ſeen. - ORESTES as a ſuppliant.-The FURIES in a deep ſleep. APOLLO. No: I will not forſake thee: to the end My guardian care ſhall favour and aſſiſt thee Preſent, or diſtant far: but to thy foes I know not mercy. See this griefly troop, Sleep has oppreſs'd them, and their baffled rage Shall fail, grim-viſag'd hags, grown old In loath'd virginity: nor God, nor man Approach'd their bed, nor ſavage of the wilds; For they were born for mischiefs, and their haunts In dreary darkneſs 'midſt the yawning gulfs Of Tartarus beneath, by men abhorr'd, And by th' Olympian Gods. Fly then, nor yield To weak diſtruſt: they, be thou fure, will follow With unremitting chace thy flying ſteps Wide wand'ring o'er the firm terrene, and o'er The humid ſea, and wave-furrounded towns. But faint thou not, ſink not beneath thy toils; Fly to the city of Minerva, take Thy ſuppliant ſeat, with reverence in thy arms Graſp APOLLO. Graſp her time-honour'd image. Holding there Concordant counſels, lenient of these ills, We shall not want the means to heal thy pains, And ratify thy peace: for at my bidding Thy ſword is purple with thy mother's blood. ORESTES. 'Tis not unknown to thee, royal Apollo, That I have done no deed of baſe injustice: This known, forſake not, ſlight not my juſt cauſe: Strong is thy pow'r, and faithful to defend. APOLLO. Remember: let not fear unman thy mind. And thou, my brother, by our ties of blood, Our common parent, I adjure thee, Mercury, Protect him: rightly if the name of guide Be thine, be thou his guide; defend my ſuppliant; For Jove with reverence looks on mortal man, That awefully reveres our guiding pow'r, To To the FURIES ſleeping. The GHOST of CLYTEMNESTRA. What, can you fleep? Is this a time t' indulge Your indolent repoſe? Thro' your neglect I am diſhonour'd 'mongſt the dead, revil'd, For that I flew him with inceſſant taunts, And wander with disgrace: this infamy, I tell you, is thro' you: my horrid ſuff'rings, From those moſt dear to me, excite no anger Of one offended God; yet I was ſlain By my fon's hand. With thy mind's eye behold Theſe wounds: in ſleep the vig'rous foul, ſet free From groſs corporeal ſenſe, with keener view Looks thro' the fate of mortals, dimly ſeen Thro' the day's troubled beam. The GHOST of CLYTEMNESTRA. Oft' have ye taſted My temp'rate off'rings mix'd with fragrant honey, Grateful libations: oft' the hallow'd feaſt Around my hearth, at midnight's folemn hour, When not a God ſhar'd in your rites: but this, All this I ſee diſparag'd now, and ſcorn'd; And he is fled, light as the bounding roe, Burſt from your nets, with many' a bitter ſcoff. Hear me, O hear! 'tis for my foul's repoſe I plead: rouſe your keen ſenſe, infernal pow'rs, 'Tis Clytemneſtra calls you in your dreams. The GHOST of CLYTEMNESTRA. Deep is your ſleep; mean while he diſtant flies: I aſk your aid; elſe not a ſuppliant comes To interrupt your reſt: ſupine you lie In dead repoſe, nor pity my afflictions; Meanwhile Oreſtes flies: ſhall he eſcape, The murd'rer of his mother? Sound thy ſleep, And loud thy deep-drawn breath. Haſt thou e'er done Ought, but fell deeds of miſchief? Rouſe, awake: The terrors of the dragon loſe their force, Quench'd in the dark profound of toil and ſleep. CHORUSasleep. Seize him there, ſeize him, ſeize him, take good heed. The GHOST of CLYTEMNESTRA. In dreams doſt thou purſue him, like the hound That opens in his fleep, on th' eager chace E'en then intent. And is this all? Awake, Ariſe: let not thy toil ſubdue thee; know What loſs enſues if ſleep enfeebles thee; And let theſe juſt reproaches ſting thy mind, Incentives to the wife: with firey breath, That ſnuffs the ſcent of blood, purſue this ſon, Follow him, blaſt him in the profp'rous chace. CHORUSawaking. Awake, ariſe: rouſe her as I rouſe thee. Yet doſt thou ſleep? Leave thy repoſe; ariſe: Look we if this firm guard hath been in vain. Ha, ſiſters, ha! 'tis baſe, 'tis foul; Vain is our labour, vain our care: This inſult ſtings my tortur'd ſoul, Untaught contempt and wrong to bear. Whilſt overpow'r'd with ſleep I lay, Burſt from the net eſcapes the prey. Great triumph, treach'rous ſon of Jove, In youth's freſh prime to mock my age! Thee cou'd this impious ſuppliant move (And thou a God) whoſe cruel rage Plung'd in his mother's breast his ſword? Yet thou hast ſcreen'd the wretch abhorr'd. CHORUSawaking. Claſhing her ſcourge with hideous ſound Reproach upon my ſlumbers ſtole; Deep in my heart impreſs'd the wound, E'en yet chill horror ſhakes my ſoul. These are the deeds in miſrule's hour When youthful Gods uſurp the pow'r. See all defil'd with gore thy throne, There fate the murd'rer dropping blood. Yet theſe pollutions are thy own; From thee the call, the impulſe flow'd: Such grace, deſpis'd th' age-honour'd Fates', Your new unhallow'd ſhrines awaits. CHORUSawaking. And ſhall this wretch in ſafety breath, Screen'd by thy pow'r ſevere to me; No: let him fly the earth beneath, Never, he never ſhall be free: No: as he dared this murd'rous deed, Murder ſhall fall upon his head. APOLLO. Hence, I command you, from my hallow'd ſeat Begone with ſpeed; quit this oracular ſhrine: This is no place to ſnatch your winged ſerpents, And hurl them from your golden-twifted ſſtring, To wring the black blood from the human heart With torture, then diſgorge your horrid feaſt Of clotted gore: Such guests my houſe abhors. Begone where vengeance with terrific rage Digs out the eyes, or from the mangled trunk Remorſeleſs rends the head; to flaughters go, Abortions, lurking ambush, rampir'd force, To ſuff'rings, to impalements, where the wretch Writhes on the ſtake in tortures, yelling loud With many' a ſhriek: In feaſts like these, ye hags Abhorr'd, is your delight; ſufficient proof That execrable form: the deſert wild, Where the blood-rav'ning lion makes his den, Such ſhou'd inhabit; nor with impure tread Pollute theſe golden ſhrines: begone, and graze Without a keeper; for of ſuc an herd Th' indignant Gods diſdain to take the charge. CHORUS. Now, royal Phœbus, hear me ſpeak: in this Not an aſſociate art thou, but alone Thou didst this deed, and thine alone the blame. APOLLO. Why this to me? Inform me; but be brief. CHORUS. Thy voice, pronounc'd from this oracular Injoin'd this wretch to ſhed his mother's blood. APOLLO. Injoin'd him to avenge his father's death. CHORUS. To this ſtrange murder promis'd thy protection. APOLLO. I charg'd him to ſeek refuge in this ſhrine, CHORUS. But these attendants thou with taunts inſulteſt. APOLLO. Unworthy they t' approach this ſacred ſeat. CHORUS. Such was our charge: we come not uncommanded. APOLLO. What is that honour? Make the glorious boaſt. CHORUS. To drive the murd'rers of their mothers hence. APOLLO. What, fav'ring her, whoſe bold hand flew her husband? CHORUS. Nor ſhou'd his hands be ſtain'd with kindred blood. APOLLO. The ſacred pledges of connubial Juno And Jove haſt thou diſparag'd, ſet at nought; And Venus is diſparag'd by thy words, From whom the dearest joys, that ſweeten life, Ariſe; for hallow'd is the nuptial bed, Of deeper ſanctity than oaths, and guarded By justice. If to those, whoſe mutual rage Bathes in each others' blood, thy chaſt'ning hand Is gentle; if thine eye looks milder on them, Nor flames with wrath; unjustly does thy vengeance Purſue Oreſtes; ſuch I now behold Thy threat'ning mien, to others more benign. But Pallas, righteous queen, ſhall judge this cauſe. CHORUS. But never, never will I quit this man. APOLLO. Purſue him then; to toil add fruitless toil. CHORUS. Think not thy words ſhall make my rage relent. APOLLO. Shall thy rage touch him? No; I brook it not. CHORUS. At Jove's high throne thou art reputed great: Yet, ſince a mother's blood calls loud for vengeance, My keen purſuit ſhall trace him ſtep by ſtep. APOLLO. To me his vows are paid; I will aſſiſt, And ſet him free: for dreadful were the wrath 'Mongſt Gods and men, ſhou'd I betray my ſuppliant. CHORUS. Theſe toils oppreſs me, as with breathless haſte I urge the keen purſuit: o'er the long tract Of continent, and o'er th' extended ocean, Swift as the flying ſhip I hold my courſe, Tho' on no pennons born. ORESTES. Hither, divine Minerva, by the mandate Of Phœbus am I come. Propitious pow'r, Receive me by the Furies' tort'ring rage Purſued, no vile unhallow'd wretch, nor ſtain'd With guilty blood, but worn with toil, and ſpent With many' a painful ſtep to other ſhrines, And in the paths of men. By land, by ſea Wearied alike, obedient to the voice, The oracles of Phœbus, I approach Thy ſhrine, thy ſtatue, Goddess; here to fix My ſtand, till judgment ſhall decide my cauſe. CHORUS. There, there he ſtands, His speed outſtripping mine. Have I then found thee? With joy I ſnuff the ſcent of human blood. Take heed, take heed; keep careful watch not let This murderer of his mother once more 'ſcape, By ſecret flight, your vengeance: trembling, weak, He hangs upon the image of the Goddess, And wishes to be clear'd of his baſe deeds. It may not be: no: when the fluent moiſture Is ſunk into the ground, 'tis loft for ever: Can then a mother's blood, ſpilt on the earth, Be from the earth recover'd? No. Thy hour Of ſuff'ring is arriv'd, the hour that gives The purple ſtream, that warms thy heart, to quench My thirst, which burns to quaff thy blood, and bend To the dark realms below thy waſted limbs; There, for thy mother's murder, ſhalt thou learn To taste of pain; there ſee whatever mortal Dar'd an injurious deed, profaned the Gods, Attack'd with ruffian violence the ſtranger, Or rais'd his impious hand againſt a parent, Each with vindictive pains condemn'd to groan, His crimes requiting; for beneath the earth The aweful Judge of mortals Pluto ſits, And with relentless Justice marks their deeds. ORESTES. Train'd in affliction's rigid lore, I know Many ablutions: when to ſpeak I know, When to be filent: inſpiration now With heav'nly wisdom prompts my tongue to plead. The faded blood is vaniſh'd from my hands, Nor from my mother's ſlaughter leaves a ſtain; The recent crimſon at Apollo's ſhrine Waſh'd off with lavers pure, with offer'd victims Aton'd. This honeſt prelude might be graced With many' an argument: nor came I hither Conforted with a vile and impious band. All things with time grow old, and wear away. And now from hallow'd lips my pious pray'r Invokes the pow'r preſiding o'er this realm, Royal Minerva, that ſhe haſte to aid Her ſuppliant: ſo with voluntary zeal Myſelf, my country, all the Argive people, To her with justice I devote for ever. If in the coaſts of Libya, on the banks Of Triton, native ſtreame, ſhe ſets her foot Or bare, or buſkin'd, prompt to aid her friends; If o'er the plains of Phlegra, like a chief That marſhals his bold troops, ſhe darts her eye, Her preſence I implore; tho' diſtant far, The Goddeſs hears; to free me from these ills. CHORUS. No: not Apollo, nor Minerva's pow'r Shall ſet thee free, but that an abject outcaſt Thou drag thy ſteps, ſeeking in vain to find Reſt to thy joyleſs ſoul, exhausted, worn, A lifeleſs ſhadow. Yet thy pride replies not, Me, and my threats deſpiſing, tho' to me Devoted, my rich victim, and alive To feed my rage, not offer'd on the altar. Hear now the potent ſtrain, that charms thee mine. PROSODE. Quickly, ſiſters, ſtand around, Raiſe your choral warblings high; Since, the guilty ſoul to wound, Swells the horrid harmony. Since to mortal man we ſhow How we give his fate to flow; Since our will his doom ordains, Show that juſtice 'mongſt us reigns. He, whoſe hands from guilt are pure, Stands in innocence ſecure; And from youth to honour'd age Fears not our vindictive rage. To the wretch, that ſtrives to hide Ruffian hands with murder died, Cloath'd in terrors we appear, Unrelentingly ſevere; And, faithful to the injur'd dead, Pour our vengeance on his head. STROPHE 1. Hear me, dread parent, ſable-veſted Night, O hear th' avenger of each impious deed; Whether we lie in ſhades conceal'd, Or to the eye of day reveal'd! Seeſt thou how Phœbus robs me of my right From my juſt rage the trembling victim freed, Deſtin'd his mother's death t' atone, And for her blood to ſhed his own! O'er my victim raiſe the ſtrain, And let the diſmal sound His tortur'd boſom wound, And to frenzy fire his brain. Silent be the ſilver ſhell, Whilſt we chaunt the potent ſpell; Then yelling bid th' infernal deſcant roll, To harrow up his ſoul. ANTISTROPHE 1. Avenging Fate, as bending o'er the loom She wove the web, to us this part aſſign'd, "Whoe'er the laws ſhall dare diſdain, "And his rude hand with murder ſtain, "Purſue him Furies, urge his rigorous doom, "Till refuge in the realms below he find." E'en there not free; my chaſt'ning pow'r Purſues him to that dreary shore. O'er my victim raiſe the ſtrain, And let the diſmal ſound His tortur'd boſom wound, And to frenzy fire his brain. Silent be the ſilver ſhell, Whilſt we chaunt the potent ſpell; Then yelling bid th' infernal deſcant roll, To harrow up his ſoul. STROPHE 2. This taſk aſſign'd us at our natal hour, Far from th' immortal Gods our ſteps we bend: Nor welcome at the ſocial feaſt, Nor honour'd with a ſplendent vest; For mine I proudly claim the dreadful pow'r From its firm base the ruin'd house to rend, When in calm peace its ruthless lord Diftains with a friend's blood his ſword. Him, tho' ſtrong, we rush to ſeize; And for the new-pour'd blood Demand his purple flood, Glorying in the ſacrifice; Duteous haſt'ning to remove Cares like these from angry Jove; And ſpare, whilſt fierce for blood my vengeance flies, The terrors of the ſkies. ANTISTROPHE 2. His wrathful eye Heav'n's mighty monarch rolls, Awefully filent, on this blood-ſtain'd race. But all the gorgeous blaze of pow'r, Which trembling mortals here adore, When, mantled in these ſable-ſſhaded ſtoles, With blood-besprinkled feet we urge the chace, Sinks darkling to th' infernal ſhades, And all its boafted glory fades. Near him, as he flies, I bound, And when, with guilt oppreſt, His weary ſteps wou'd reſt, Spurn him headlong to the ground. Senſeleſs he, perchance, and blind, Such the frenzy of his mind, Such the deep gloom guilt ſpreads around his walls, He knows not that he falls. EPODE. But ſhall ſhelt'ring wall or gloom That from dark'ning guilt is ſpread, Hide him from his rigorous doom, Or protect his deſtin’d head? Mine the vengeance to deſign, And to ſtamp it deep is mine. Sternly mindful of the crime, Nor by man appeas’d, nor time, When the wretch, whoſe deed unbleſt Dares profane high Heav'n's behest, Tho' conceal'd from mortal eyes Thro' the ſunleſs darkneſs flies, We pursue the rugged chace, And his dubious footſteps trace. Hear then guilty mortals, hear, And the righteous God revere; Hear the taſk to me aſſign'd, Fate the firm decree ſhall bind; Mine the prize of old ordain'd, Never with diſhonour ſtain'd, Tho' my drear abode profound Night and darkneſs cover round. MINERVA, ORESTES, CHORUS. MINERVA. It was a voice that call'd; diſtant far I heard it, where Scamander laves the fields My ancient right: to me the Grecian chiefs With voluntary zeal aſſign'd this portion Of their rich conqueſt, ever to be mine, Selected as a gift to the brave race Of Theseus. With a speed that equals wings My vig'rous ſteeds thence whirl'd my car, the wind Againſt my ægis ruſtling as I paſs'd. But who are these conſorted here? Mine eye Views them unterrified; but much I marvel. What, and whence are you? To you all I ſpeak, To him, the ſtranger, ſeated at my image, And you, whoſe hideous ſhape reſembles nought Of mortal race, nor Goddeſſes in Heav'n Seen by the Gods, nor like the human form. But the deform'd to taunt with obloquy Is unbeſeeming, juſtice ſstarts at it. CHORUS. Daughter of Jove, take our report in brief. We are the gloomy progeny of night, Call'd Furies in the drear abodes below. MINERVA. I know your race, and aptly added titles. CHORUS. Soon ſhalt thou learn my honours, and my office. MINERVA. Speak clearly then, without perplexing preface. CHORUS. 'Tis ours to drive the murd'rers from the houſe. MINERVA. This all the vengeance to their guilt aſſign'd? CHORUS. Where they ſhall never taſte or peace or joy. MINERVA. And does thy yelling voice thus drive HIM out? CHORUS. He dared to be the murd'rer of his mother. MINERVA. Urg'd by the force of no neceſſity? CHORUS. What force cou'd urge the wretch to kill his mother? MINERVA. He hears but half, that hears one party only. CHORUS. He wou'd refuſe an oath, nor dares propoſe it.s MINERVA. Thy aim ſeems rather to obtain the fame Of juſtice, than to execute her laws. CHORUS. How ſo? Inform me; thou art rich in wiſdom. MINERVA. Deeds of injuſtice are not clear'd by oaths. CHORUS. Hear thou the cauſe, and judge with righteous juſtice. MINERVA. Reſts the deciſion of the cauſe on me? CHORUS. We reverence thee as worthieſt 'midſt the worthy. MINERVA. Say, ſtranger, what can'ſt thou reply to this? Speak firſt thy race, thy country, thy misfortunes; Then urge thy plea againſt this accuſation; If truſting in the juſtice of thy cauſe, Thus ſeated near my altar, thou embrace With reverend hands, a ſuppliant as Ixiont, My ſtatue. Be thy anſwer ſhort and clear. ORESTES. Royal Minerva, let me firſt remove What thy laſt words, with much concern, ſuggeſt. I am not ſtain'd with blood, nor ſhall my hand Pollute thy ſtatue: what I urge in proof Bears ſtrong conviction. Him, whoſe hands are red With blood, the laws forbid to plead his cauſe, Till with its flowing gore the new-ſlain victim Has made atonement, and the cleanſing wave Reſtor'd his purity. In other ſhrines Long ſince theſe hallow'd rites have been perform'd With offer'd victims and the fluent ſtream. Blameleſs of this offence, I next declare My race: An Argive: nor to thee unknown My fire, the leader of the naval hoſts, The royal Agamemnon; for with him Thy conquering hand laid the proud walls of Troy In duſt: returning to his houſe he periſh'd By deeds of baſeneſs; for my dark-ſoul'd mother With various trains in private murder'd him; Th' enſanguin'd bath atteſted the foul deed. I, then an exile, bending back my ſteps, Slew her that gave me birth; nor ſhall my tongue Deny the deed; it was a vengeance due To my lov'd father's ſhade: ſo Phœbus deem'd, Who urg'd me, and denounc'd heart-rending woes, Shou'd I ſhrink back refuſing to avenge The guilt: but if with juſtice, be thou judge. To thy deciding voice my ſoul ſubmits. THE FURIES. 263 MINERVA. This is a cauſe of moment, and exceeds The reach of mortal man: nor is it mine To judge, when blood with eager rage excites To vengeance. Thou with preparation meet Haſt to my ſhrine approach'd a ſuppliant pure, Without offence; and to my favour'd city Uncharg'd with blame I readily receive thee. Let theſe, whoſe ruthleſs rage knows not the touch Of pity, not ſucceeding in their plea, Retire awhile, till judgment ſhall decide The conteſt: from their breaſts black poiſon flows, And taints the ſick'ning earth. Thus I pronounce To each, unequal in this dubious ſtrife To give content to both. But ſince to me Th' appeal is made, it ſhall be mine t' elect Judges of blood, their faith confirm'd by oath, And ratify the everlaſting law. Prepare you for the trial, call your proofs, Arrange your evidence, bring all that tends To aid your cauſe: I from the holieſt men That grace my city will ſelect to judge This cauſe with juſtice; men, whoſe ſanctity Abhors injuſtice, and reveres an oath. CHORUS.STROPHE I. Confuſion on theſe upſtart laws! Havoc with haughty ſtride Shall march, and wave her banner wide, If venial be this bloody caitiff's cauſe. Impunity ſhall mortals lead To ev'ry ſavage deed, And prompt the ſon with rage unbleſt To plant the dagger in the parents' breaſt. I ſmile at all this lawleſs force; Nor ſhall our dreaded pow'r In vengeance viſit impious mortals more: No: let deſtruction take her deſtin'd courſe, ANTISTROPHE I. Whiſlt his own anguiſh one ſhall moan, He hears his neighbour tell, Appall'd, of deeds as fierce, as fell; Tear falls to tear, and groan ſucceeds to groan. Nor ſhall the rolling ſtorm of woe One gleam of comfort know. When anguiſh rends the tortur'd breaſt, Be not to us the mournful call addreſt. "Where is your throne, ye Furies, where Juſtice," the father cries, Or the pale mother, as in blood ſhe lies: But juſtice from her throne is exil'd far. STROРНЕ 2. Yet are there hours, when conſcious fear And the ſtern eye, that darts Severely thro' their ſecret hearts, With ſober counſels check their mad career. For when no ray of heavenly light Breaks thro' the fullen night, Dark deeds enſue, and virtue's pow'r By man, by ſtate is reverenc'd no more. Shall he, the wretch that ſcorns controul, And ſpurns each ſacred law, Or he that drags his chain with ſervile awe, Feel the ſweet peace that calms the virtuous ſoul? ANTISTROPHE 2. Placed in the midſt does ſtrength reſide. With an indignant frown On each extreme the Gods look down; Injuſtice is the child of impious pride. But all the joys, that life can know, From temper'd wiſdom flow. To juſtice chief thy ſoul incline, And bow with reverence at her hallow'd ſhrine. Nor dare, allur'd by curſed gold, With foot profane and bold To ſpurn her altars: vengeance waits the crime, "And arm'd with terrors knows her deſtin'd time. EPODE. Let each with awe profound A parent's honour'd name obey: Each to thy milder voice, humanity, Attentive homage pay, When for the ſtranger thou art found Pleading thy ſtrains of pious potency. He, that to virtue's heav'nly pow'r Unforc'd his willing ſoul ſhall bow, Nor ruin's tyrant rage ſhall know, Nor keen affliction's tort'ring hour. But he, that dares her ſacred laws deſpiſe, Trampling on juſtice to amaſs his prey, Appall'd ſhall hear the ruſhing whirlwinds riſe, And tremble at the ſtorms that ſwell the ſea. Wild with deſpair He pours his pray'r, Whirl'd in the giddy tempeſt round; His blaſted pride The Gods deride, And all his daring hopes confound; Smile, as they view him rack'd with pain Bound in misfortune's iron chain; As on the pointed rock they ſee him thrown, To periſh there unpitied and alone. MINERVA.MINERVA, APOLLO, ORESTES, CHORUS. The JUDGES ſeated. Now, herald, let thy voice to all my people Proclaim attention: ſound the Tuſcan trumpet,u That its ear-piercing notes may fill the city, Commanding ſilence, and impreſſing awe Due to this great aſſembly; that the ſtate May learn my everlaſting laws, and hear The righteous judgment that decides this cauſe. CHORUS. Royal Apollo, where thy rule extends, There lord it: but what right canſt thou claim here? APOLLO. To give my evidence I come. This man Is at my ſhrine a ſuppliant, at my ſhrine He ſojourns; with ablutionsx pure I cleanſ'd APOLLO. His ſtains of blood; and now ſhall plead his cauſe, Our common cauſe, ſince for his mother's death Your accuſations reach e'en me: but thou Urge, as thou canſt, thy plea: open the charge. MINERVA. This is incumbent on you; open then The charge: th' accuſer's voice muſt firſt explain Clearly thro' ev'ry circumſtance the cauſe. CHORUS. Tho' we are many, brief ſhall be our words, Now anſwer me in order, word for word. My firſt demand is, Didſt thou kill thy mother? ORESTES. I did; and never ſhall deny the deed. CHORUS. Firſt of the three this is one ſignal foily. : ORESTES. ORESTES. Unmov'd I ſtand, and thy proud vaunts are vain. CHORUS. Declare it then at once, How didſt thou kill her? ORESTES. I drew my ſword, and plung'd it in her breaſt. CHORUS. At whoſe perſuaſion? Or by whoſe advice? ORESTES. By His oracular voice: he will atteſt it. CHORUS. The Prophet urge thee to this bloody deed! ORESTES. Nor thus far have I to accuſe my fate. CHORUS. Far other language the condemning vote Will teach thy tongue. ORESTES. My confidence is firm; My father from the tomb will ſend me aid. CHORUS. Confiding in the dead, he flew his mother. ORESTES. Her breaſt was ſpotted with a double ſtain. CHORUS. What may this mean? Speak, and inform thy Judges. ORESTES. She ſlew my father when ſhe ſlew her husband*. CHORUS. And yet thou liveſt: from that ſtain ſhe's free. ORESTES. Why, whilſt ſhe liv'd, didſt thou not drive her out? 1 CHORUS. She had no kindred blood with him ſhe flew. ORESTES. Is mine allied then to my mother's blood? CHORUS. How elſe, before thy birth, did ſhe ſuſtain, How nouriſh thee? The murd'rous wretch diſs- owns That dearest of all ties, a mother's blood. ORESTES. Now let me call thy teſtimony; now Declare, Apollo, if I flew her juſtly: For that I flew her, in ſuch circumſtance, I not deny: if rightfully, or not, Decide, that I to theſe may plead thy ſanction. APOLLO. To you, the great and reverend council here Plac'd by Minerva, will I ſpeak, and truly; For never ſhall the God of Prophecy Pronounce a falſehood; never have I utter'd From my oracular ſeat to man, to woman, Or ſtate, ſave what the great Olympian Sire a Shall have commanded. Of his ſovereign juſtice Learn you the force, and bow to his high will; Nor deem an oath of greater pow'r than Jove. CHORUS. This oracle, thou ſay'ſt, was dictated By Jove, to charge Oreſtes, whilſt his hand Was arm'd with vengeance for his father's murder, To pay no reverence to his mother's blood. APOLLO. Of higher import is it, when a man Illuſtrious for his virtues, by the Gods Exalted to the regal throne, ſhall die, Die by a woman's hand, by one that dares not Bend, like an Amazon, the ſtubborn bow. But hear me, Pallas, hear me you, that ſit In aweful judgment to decide this cauſe. Victorious from the war, with glory crown'd, And graced with many' a trophy, at the bath She ſmilingly receiv'd him; there refreſh'd, As o'er his head he threw the ſplendid robe Prepar'd t' entangle him, ſhe ſlew her husband. So died the chief, the glorious, the renown'd, The leader of the warlike troops of Greece: And ſuch I ſpeak this woman, reverend Judges, To ſtrike your ſouls with horror at her deeds. THE FURIES. 275 CHORUS. So Jove, it ſeems, reſpects the father's fate; Yet on his father he cou'd bind the chain, The hoary Saturn: that his deed gainſays Thy words: I pray you mark the poor evaſion. APOLLO. Deteſted hags, th' abhorrence of the Gods! He cou'd unbind theſe chains, and the releaſe Has a medicinal pow'r. But when the blood, That iſſues from the ſlain, ſinks in the duſt, It never riſes more. For this my fire No remedy admits, in all beſides With ſovereign pow'r or ruins or reſtores. CHORUS. See with what ill-judg'd zeal thy arguments Labour t' abſolve him! Shall the wretch, whoſe hand Spilt on the earth the kindred blood that flow'd Within his mother's veins, return to Argos Lord of his father's houſe? Before what altar, Sacred to public off'rings, ſhall he bend? What friendly laver ſhall admit his hands? APOLLO. This too ſhall I explain; and mark me well, If reaſon guides my words. The mother's power Produces not the offspring, ill call'd hers. No: 'tis the father, that to her commits The infant plant; ſhe but the nutrient ſoil That gives the ſtranger growth, if fav'ring Heav'n Denies it not to flouriſh: this I urgeb In proof, a father may aſſert that name Without a mother's aid: an inſtance fits Minerva, daughter of Olympian Jove; Not the ſlow produce of nine darkling months, "But form'd at once in all her perfect bloom: Such from no pregnant Goddeſs ever ſprung. Thy ſtate, thy people, Pallas, be it mine T' exalt to glory, and what elſe of greatneſs I know to give. This ſuppliant to thy ſhrine I ſent, aſſuring his eternal faith; Thy votary he, and his deſcendants thine, From fire to ſon thro' all ſucceeding ages. MINERVA. The pleas are urg'd: theſe now I charge to give Sentence, with ſtrict regard to truth and juſtice. CHORUS. We have diſcharg'd our ſhafts: and now I wait To hear what ſentence ſhall adjudge this cauſe. MINERVA. What, am I never to eſcape your cenſure? CHORUS. CHORUS. Give what you've heard due weight; and with pure hearts Pronouncing ſentence reverence your high oath. MINERVA. Ye citizens of Athens, now attend, Whiſlt this great council in a cauſe of blood Firſt give their judgment. But thro' future ages This aweful court ſhall to the hoſts of Ægeus With uncorrupted ſanctity remain. Here on this Mount of Mars the Amazons Of old encamp'd, when their embattled troops March'd againſt Theſeus, and in glitt'ring arms Breath'd vengeance; here their new-aſpiring tow'rs Raiſ'd high their rampir'd heads to ſtorm his tow'rs; And here their hallow'd altars roſe to Mars: Hence its illuſtrious name the cliff retains, The Mount of Mars.d In this the ſolemn ſlate Of this majeſtic city, and the awe d That riſes thence ſhall be an holy guard Againſt injuſtice, ſhall protect the laws Pure and unfullied from th' oppreſſive pow'r Of innovation, and th' adulterate ſtain Of foreign mixture: Shou'd thy hand pollute The liquid fount with mud, where wilt thou find The grateful draught? Let not my citizens Riot in lawleſs anarchy, nor wear The chain of tyrant pow'r, nor from their ſtate Looſe all the curb of rigor: this remov'd, What mortal man, uncheck'd with ſenſe of fear, Wou'd reverence juſtice? Let the majeſty, That here reſides, impreſs your ſouls with awe, Your country has a fence, your town a guard, Such as no nation knows; not thoſe that dwell In Scythia,e or the cultur'd realms of Pelops, This court, ſuperior to th' alluring glare Of peſtilent gold, this court, that claims your awe Severely juſt, I conſtitute your guard, Watchful to ſhield your country and its peace: Theſe my commands to ev'ry future age Have I extended. Now behoves you, judges, Give teſt of your integrity; bring forth The ſhells; with ſtricteſt juſtice give your ſuffrage, And reverence your high oath. This is my charge. CHORUS. Nor of their honours rob this train, whoſe pow'r Is dreadful in the drear abodes below, APOLLO. And be my oracles, the voice of Jove, Rever'd, nor ſeek to move their firm decree. CHORUS. Beyond thy charge protecting deeds of blood, Nor reverend are thy oracles, nor pure, APOLLO. Think of the expiation, which of old Ixion made for blood: wilt thou arraign My father's councils there? Or ſlept his wiſdom? CHORUS. Thou ſay'ſt it: but if juſtice fails me here, This land ſhall feel the terrors of my vengeance. APOLLO. Unhonour'd thou by ev'ry pow'r of Heav'n, Or young, or old, to triumph here is mine. CHORUS. Such in the houſe of Pheresf were thy deeds, When, won by thy alluring voice, the Fates On mortal man confer'd immortal honours. APOLLO. To aid, to grace the pious, when their pray'rs Rightly invoke our influence, is juſt. CHORUS. What, haſt thou cruſh'd the pow'r of ancient Fate, And wou'dſt thou now delude our honour'd age? APOLLO. Soon ſhall thy malice, baffled in this cauſe, Shed its black venom harmleſs to thy foes. CHORUS. Since thy proud youth inſults my hoary years, I wait th' event in ſilence, and ſuſpend The fury of my vengeance on this city. MINERVA. Laſt to give ſuffrage in this cauſe is mine: In favour of Oreſtes ſhall I add My vote: for as no mother gave me birth, My grace in all things, ſave the nuptial rites, Attends the male, as from my fire I drew The vigour of my ſoul. No woman's fate Stain'd with her husband's blood, whom nature form'd Lord of his houſe, finds partial preference here. Oreſtes, if the number of the votes Be equal, is abſolv'd. Now from the urn Let thoſe among the Judges, to whoſe honour This office is aſſign'd, draw forth the lots. ORESTES. O Phœbus, what th' event that waits this cauſe! CHORUS. O Night, dark mother, thro' thy ſable gloom Seeſt thou theſe things? Now on the doubtful edge Of black deſpair I ſtand, or joyful light, Driv'n out with infamy, or grac'd with honours. APOLLO. APOLLO. Now, ſtrangers, count the lots with righteous heed, And with impartial juſtice ſever them. One ſhell miſplac'd haply brings ruin, one May raiſe again a deſolated houſe. MINERVA. He is abſolv'd, free from the doom of blood, For equal are the numbers of the ſhells. ORESTES. O thou, whoſe tutelary pow'r preſerv'd The honours of my houſe, thou, Goddeſs, thou Haſt to his country and his native rites Reſtor'd this exile; and each Greek ſhall ſay, This Argive to his father's throne returns, So Pallas wills, and Phœbus, and the God All-pow'rful to protect: my father's death He mark'd ſevere, and looks indignant down On thoſe that patronize my mother's cauſe. Firſt to this country, and to this thy people Thro' time's eternal courſe I pledge my faith, And bind it with an oath: now to my houſe I bend my ſteps: never may chieftain thence Advance againſt this land with ported ſpear. If any ſhall hereafter violate My oath now made, tho' then theſe mould'ring bones Reſt in the ſilent tomb, my ſhade ſhall raiſe Invincible diſtreſs, diſaſters, toils, To thwart them, and obſtruct their lawleſs march, Till in diſmay repentant they abhor Their enterprize. But to the ſocial pow'rs, That reverence this thy ſtate, and lift the lance In its defence, benevolent ſhall be My gentler influence. Hail, Goddeſs; Hail Ye guardians of the city: be your walls Impregnable, and in the ſhock of war May conqueſt grace the ſpear that aids your cauſe! CHORUS. I burſt with rage. With cruel pride. Theſe youthful Gods my flighted age deride. And, the old laws diſdaining to obey, Rend from my hands my prey. Tortur'd with grief's corroding ſmart, And taught diſgrace and ſcorn to know, Diſtilling from my anguiſh'd heart The peſtilential drop ſhall flow: Where'er it falls, nor fruit around, Nor leaf ſhall grace the blaſted ground; Thro' the ſick air its baleful dews A cauſtic venom ſhall diffuſe; And breathing on this hated race With deep rough ſcars the beauteous form deface. Vainly ſhall I heave my ſighs, Or bid my angry vengeance riſe? To inſults, which my boſom rend, Vulgar ſpirits ſcorn to bend: And ſhall thy daughters, aweful Night, in vain Of their diſgrace complain? MINERVA. Let my entreaties move you; bear not this With ſuch deep anger; for no conqueſt here Wounds your inſulted honour: from the urn The lots came equal, ſo diſpos'd by truth, To thee no inſult off'ring; and from Jove Flow'd ſplendid ſigns: he gave the oracle, He added his high teſt, that for the deed Oreſtes ſhou'd not ſuffer. Breath not then Your heavy vengeance on this land; reſtrain Your indignation; o'er theſe ſick'ning fields Drop not your peſtilential dews, nor blaſt Their glitt'ring verdure, and their ſpringing ſeeds. And here I pledge my faith, this grateful land Shall willingly receive you, raiſe your ſeats High at their blazing hearths, and, with deep awe Impreſt, pay reverend honours to your pow'r. CHORUS. I burſt with rage. With cruel pride Theſe youthful Gods my flighted age deride; And, the old laws diſdaining to obey, Rend from my hands my prey. Tortur'd with grief's corroding ſmart, And taught diſgrace and ſcorn to know, Diſtilling from my anguiſh'd heart The peſtilential drop ſhall flow; Where'er it falls, nor fruit around Nor leaf ſhall grace the blaſted ground; Thro' the ſick air its baleful dews A cauſtic venom ſhall diffuſe; And breathing on this hated race With deep rough ſcars the beauteous form deface. Vainly ſhall I heave my ſighs, Or bid my angry vengeance riſe? To inſults, which my boſom rend, Vulgar ſpirits ſcorn to bend; And ſhall thy daughters, aweful Night, in vain Of their diſgrace complain? MINERVA. No, you are not diſgraced; nor let your wrath, Immortal as you are, to mortal man Spread deſolation o'er the earth. I too Prevail with Jove. And wherefore ſhou'd I ſay Of all the Gods I only know the keysg That ope thoſe ſolid doors, within whoſe vaults His thunders ſleep? Of theſe there is no need. By me perſuaded let thy haſty tongue Forbear thoſe threats, from which no fruit can flow, But ruin to the earth: compoſe that rage, Whoſe ſwelling tide o'erflows all bounds, with me In the ſame manſion, and with equal honours Rever'd, enjoying thro' theſe ample realms The prime oblations, victims doom'd to bleed For bleſſings on the birth, or nuptial hour, That thou ſhalt thank me for this friendly counſel. CHORUS. Shall I brook this? Shall I then deign In this curs'd land to ſpend my ſlighted age, And my loft honours mourn in vain? No: be each vengeful thought inflam'd with rage. Ah me, the keen, the mad'ning ſmart! Deep, deep it cuts, it rends my heart. Hear, aweful night, my raving paſſion hear! Theſe Gods, with a malignant ſmile, Ah me! my baffled pow'r beguile, And from my brows the public honours tear. MINERVA. Thine anger will I bear with, for thy years Are more than mine, thy wiſdom more; tho' Jove Hath with no niggard grace on me beſtow'd A prudent ſenſe. You yet are ſtrangers here; But I foreſee, when once your feats are fix'd, Theſe ſcenes will be delightful, and the flow Of future years to the inhabitants Roll more abundant honours. Where Erechtheus Raiſ'd high his regal ſtructures, thou ſhalt hold Thy reſidence, receiving from the men, And from the train of females, ſuch high honours As mortals never paid thee. Caſt not then On theſe my realms the peſtilent bane, that fires Beyond the rage of wine the frantic youth To wild enfanguin'd ſlaughter: in their hearts Pour not the fury of the creſted cock Exciting diſcord, broils, and civil war. To foreign wars, when dangers threaten nigh, Let glory lead their arms: domeſtic ſtrife Is hateful to my ſoul: bethink thee well, Thou haſt thy choice, by courteſy to win Returns of courteſy, and reverenc'd high To ſhare this country grateful to the Gods. CHORUS. Shall I brook this? Shall I then deign In this curs'd land to ſpend my ſlighted age, And my loſt honours mourn in vain? No: be each vengeful thought inflam'd with rage. Ah me, the keen, the mad'ning ſmart! Deep, deep it cuts, it rends my heart. Hear, aweful night, my raving paſſion hear! Theſe Gods, with a malignant ſmile, Ah me! my baffled pow'r beguile, And from my brows the public honours tear. MINERVA. I will not yet ſurceaſe to ſpeak thee fair; And never with juſt cauſe ſhalt thou complain That with inhoſpitable pride my youth, And the rude race of mortals dwelling here, Drove thee, an ancient Goddeſs, with diſgrace An outcaſt from this land. If yet the pow'r Of mild perſuaſion, dropping from my lips In words of ſweet and ſoothing courteſy, Hath not loft all its virtue, thou wilt ſtay: If thou diſdain to ſtay, yet not with juſtice Canſt thou with wrath or vengeance load this town, Nor on its people ſhed thy baneful dews. 'Tis in thy choice to bleſs this land, and fix With everlaſting honours here thy ſeat. CHORUS. What ſeat, ſay royal virgin, ſhall be mine? MINERVA. Where miſery never comes. Aſſent, accept it, CHORUS. I do aſſent. What honour now awaits me? MINERVA. That, without thee, no houſe ſhall riſe to glory. CHORUS. Wilt thou do this, advance my honour thus? MINERVA. Him, that reveres thee, ſhall my pow'r protect. CHORUS. And ſhall thy word ſtand unimpair'd by time? MINERVA. It is not mine to violate my faith. CHORUS. Thy words have almoſt ſooth'd me to a calm, And the high ſtorm of anger dies away. MINERVA. The charms of friendſhip here ſhalt thou enjoy. CHORUS. Say, with what ſtrains ſhall I ſalute this land? MINERVA. MINERVA. Such as, allied to conqueſt, from the earth, From the rich dews of ocean, from the ſky Soft-temper'd with the genial ſun, may wake Ambroſial gales diffuſing o'er this earth Luxuriance to its fruits, and to its flocks Prolific vigor, to its peopled towns Th' unfading glow of health. Be this thy charge; Mine, in the glorious toils of war to grace Their fame-ennobled arms with victory. HORUS. Goddeſs, here thy ſeat I ſhare, Hoſtile to this town no more; Which the dreadful God of War, And the Thund'rer's ſovereign pow'r, Give the pride of Greece to riſe Guardian of the rites divine, Glory of the fav'ring ſkies, Give to watch o'er freedom's ſhrine. I too breath the potent pray'r: May the ſun's ambrofial ray, Rolling o'er the fruitful year, All its richeſt charms diſplay! MINERVA. For my lov'd city with a willing mind This do I, ſeating here theſe aweful pow'rse That yield with much reluctance; for o'er man The Fates aſſign them a deſpotic ſway. And he, that feels their terrors, often knows not Whence ſprings the vengeful wrath, whoſe iron ſcourge Embitters life: for the fire's long-paſs'd crimes Draw to their chaſt'ning hand the ſuff'ring ſon; And, 'midſt his thoughts of greatneſs, ſilent ruin With ruthleſs hate purſues, and cruſhes him. CHORUS. O'er their ſaplings ſpreading fair May no chill wind noxious blow; Nor the dry and ſcorching air Singe their freſh buds' opening glow. For my ſake may no diſeaſe Sicken o'er the blaſted year: May their teeming flocks increaſe, And a double offspring bear. 'Gainſt the ſolemn feſtal day Numerous may their herds ariſe; Sportive o'er the rich fields play, Gift of the propitious ſkies. MINERVA. Hear this, ye guardians of the ſtate, and know Her word ſhall be accompliſh'd; for the Gods That tread the ſpangled ſkies, and thoſe that hold In the dark realms beneath their ſolemn thrones, Revere her aweful pow'r; and her high ſtrains To mortal man in accents dread pronounce Bleſſings to ſome, to ſome a life of woes. HORUS. May no harſh untimely doom Sweep the manly youth away; May the virgins' ripening bloom Crown with love the bridal day. You, that to the Fates allied Claim this juſt and ample pow'r; You, that o'er each houſe preſide, Sovereign rulers of each hour; Goddeſſes, with holy dread Whoſe high ſtate mankind revere, Here your ſofteſt influence ſhed, Here extend your guardian care. MINERVA. This ready zeal accorded to my country Delights me; and with ardor muſt I love Gentle perſuaſion, that hath tuned my voice To move them from their ſtern and fierce reſolves. The pleading voice of Jove hath here prevail'd; And my warm efforts in the cauſe of mercy Extend their triumph thro' all future time. CHORUS. Ne'er may diſcord's hideous pow'r Here unſated ſtalk its round: Slaughter ne'er with kindred gore Madly drench the thirty ground; Whilſt revenge in barb'rous pride Shakes the ſtreets with thund'ring tread, Blood for blood demands, and wide Joys the mutual rage to ſpread. But to union's ſoft command May their minds harmonious move; Leagu'd in war, a friendly band; Tuned in peace to ſocial love. MINERVA. MINERVA. So the mild accents of the ſoothing tongue, Attun'd by wiſdom, win their eaſy way: And to this people from theſe horrid forms I ſee much good. With gentle courteſy Their courteſy requiting, always own'd By acts of higheſt reverence, you, whoſe care Is watchful o'er this country and this ſeat Of juſtice, all ſhall reap the meed of glory. CHORUS. Hail, with wealth, with glory grac'd Citizens of Athens, hail! Next to Jove in glory plac'd, Never may your honours fail! Train'd to wiſdom's ſober lore, Favour'd with Minerva's love, Guarded by her virgin pow'r, Dear thro' her to ſovereign Jove. MINERVA. And you all hail! But be it mine to ſhow The place aſſign'd you for your reſidence. Go to thoſe ſacred flames, they will conduct you, And from theſe hallow'd victims ſink with ſpeed To the dark ſhades below; impriſon there Whate'er is noxious to theſe realms; whate'er Has influence to bleſs them, ſend in triumph. And you, high-lineag'd guardians of the ſlate, Attend theſe ſtranger-gueſts to their new feats, And be each gentle thought attun'd to good. CHORUS. Once more hail, and hail again, All that here have fix'd your ſeat; Mortal and immortal train, Guardians of Minerva's ſtate! Here your reſidence I ſhare. To my pow'r due homage pay, Ne'er ſhall woe or ſullen care Cloud with grief life's golden day. MINERVA. I like theſe votive meaſures; and will ſend The bright flames of theſe ſplendor-ſhedding torches, With thoſe that guard my hallow'd image here, Attendant Attendant on you to the dark abodes Beneath the earth. And let th' Athenian train, The grace, the glory of the wide-ſtretch'd world, Their manly youth, their virgins' roſeate bloom, And their age-honour'd matrons, now advance, Array'd in richeſt veſture darting round Its vermeil-tinctur'd radiance; let the torches Blaze, that this ſable troop thro' future times May ſhine conſpicuous for their friendly aid. The ATTENDANT TRAIN. Remove then from this hallow'd fane, Daughters of Night, remove your virgin train: With feſtal pomp, and ſolemn tread, Reverend your awe-commanding ſtate we lead. Breathing bleſſings o'er this land Seek your ancient caves below, Leading Fortune in your hand, Breathing bleſſings as you go. For you the altars riſe, the victims bleed, And ſacred honours are decreed; For you the rich libations dew the ground, Whilſt torches ſpread their blaze around. Go, in your glory then rejoicing go; Go, and lead the Fates along, Joining in this votive ſong; Whilſt on this city from his throne on high Jove propitious bends his eye. Go then; and as you move your friendly train, Reſponſive to this warbled ſtrain Harmonious bid your ſwelling voices flow.
Potter's notes

The cuſtom of making preſents at the birth of a child is of high antiquity: a paſſage from the Phormio of Terence is alleged to prove, that the eighth day after the birth, on which the name was given, was eſteemed the dies natalis, and that the preſents were then offered; but that paſſage clearly proves, that these gifts were preſented on each day, Porro autem Geta Ferietur alio munere ubi hera pepererit, Porro alio autem ubi erit puero natalis dies. At the birth only ſome female relations attended as aſſiſtants to Lucina, and these came not empty-handed; on the other, the parents entertained their friends at a feaſt, the sacra repotia patrum, and the guests were liberal in their preſents to the mother: in this ſenſe probably we are to underſtand Homer, who ſays, that Delos upon the birth of Apollo was loaded with gold, χρυσοῦ, δ᾽ ἄρα Δῆλος ἅπασα Βιβρίθει, καθορῶσα Διὸς Λητῶς τε γενέθλην. Hym. in Apollo, v. 135.

By the ſons of Vulcan the Scholiaſt underſtands the Athenians, and tells us, that Theseus cleared the way of robbers: for which he is juſtly reproved by Pauw; for how came the Athenians to be ſons of Vulcan? he then recommends it to us to look in ſome dark corner, if haply ſomething may there lie hid which may give light to this paſſage. Apollo found the country around Parnaffus rocky and barren, Οὔτε τρυγηφορός, ἥδεν᾽ ἐπήρατος, δυτ᾽ ἐυλείμων, Ὡς τ᾿ ἀπὸ τ᾽ εὖ ζώειν καὶ ἀμ ἀνθρώποισιν ὁπηδεῖν. Hym. in Apoll. v. 529. To cultivate this country, and to introduce the arts of poliſhed life, was a work worthy of Apollo, and we find that it was foon done: as Vulcan was the God of fire, "which lends its aid to every art," the workmen in the finer arts may properly be called his ſons. Probably no deeper mystery lies here concealed.

It appears from Callimachus and Pausanias, that Minerva had a ſhrine before the temple at Delphos: hence her title Pronaia. - STANLEY.

The poet could not with propriety omit the mention of this remarkable cave in the Delphian rock: it was ſacred to Pan and the Corycian Nymphs, the daughters of the river Pliſtus.— STANLEY.

This ſhows, that the country was now cultivated. The ſtory of Pentheus is the ſubject of the Bacchae of Euripides.

Neptune is here invoked, as having formerly been the lord of this country, till he exchanged it for Calauria.- SCHOLIAST.

Phineus was king of Pæonia: being old and blind, and having loſt his ſons, his daughters, Pyria and Eraſia, waſted his wealth in wanton riot: hence the fable, that the Harpyes ſnatched the viands from his table. - PALÆPHATUS. It is obſervable, that the ancients in general, and particularly the elegant Athenians, moſt commonly repreſented the vices under the moſt diſguſtful forms, and gave the perſonified virtues the most beautiful and amiable figures.

This is ſaid in alluſion to the practice of the court of Areopagus, where in charges of murder both the accuſer and the accuſed were obliged to plead on oath. - STANLEY from LYSIAS.

The ancients took every method reaſon and religion could ſuggeſt to impreſs an horror of ſhedding human blood: Hector could not even make a libation of wine, becauſe his hands were defiled with blood, though it was the blood of enemies, whom he had ſlain in the noblest of all cauſes, the defence of his country, By me that holy office were prophan'd; Ill fits it me, with human gore diſtain'd, To the pure ſkies theſe horrid hands to raiſe, Or offer heav'n's great fire polluted praiſe. Il. vi. POPE. For the ſame reaſon the pious Æneas could not touch his Penates, though to ſnatch them from the flames of burning Troy, but conſigns them to his father, Thou, thou, my fire, our gods and relics bear; Theſe hands, yet horrid with the ſtains of war, Refrain their touch unhallow'd till the day, When the pure ſtream ſhall waſh theſe ſtains away. Æneid. 2. PITT. Hence their various rites of purifications, their oblations and ſacrifices. Under this idea the prieſteſs of Delphos is shocked at ſeeing in the temple a man abhorred by the Gods, becauſe his hands are ſtained with blood; and the Furies thus inſult Apollo, See all defiled with gore thy throne; There ſate the murd'rer dropping blood. Minerva is here apprehenſive of this pollution to her temple; this indeed is but hinted, and that with much tenderneſs, by the bare mention of Ixion. The famous Alexander Roſs tells us, that "Ixion was the ſon of Plegias, who having murder- ed his father-in-law, went up and down the earth as a vaga- bond, at laſt Jupiter did pity him, and expiating his crime, re- ceived him into Heaven." The concern of Oreſtes to remove this ſuggeſtion ſhows, that he clearly understood the Goddeſs; and her anſwer expreſſes her ſatisfaction as to this point.

The Hetrurians were thought to have been the inventors of trumpets. In their towers upon the ſea-coaſts, there were people appointed to be continually upon the watch both by day and night, and to give a proper ſignal if any thing happened extraordinary. This was done by a blaſt from a trumpet.-BRYANT'S ANALYSIS, vol. i. p. 405. This is perfectly in conformity to the uſage of antiquity. Whoever received into his houſe a perſon polluted with blood, expiated him with ablutions, ſacrifices, and the other neceſſary rites; after which the ſtranger had a right to the moſt inviolable laws of hoſpitality. Thus Ixion having been expiat- ed by Jupiter, had a claim to his protection.

y In the Lucta, the victory was adjudged to him who gave his antagoniſt three falls: this is ſufficiently atteſted by the epigram upon Milo, who, having challenged the whole af- ſembly, and finding none that durſt encounter him, claimed the the crown; but, as he was going to receive it, unfortunately fell down; whereat the people cried out, that he had forfeit- ed the prize; then Milo

Ἄνσιὰς δ᾽ ἐν μέσσοισιν ἀνέκραγεν, Οὐχὶ τρῖ᾽ ἐστιν; Ἓν κεῖμαι, λοιπὸν τ᾽ ἄλλὰ με τὶς βαλέτω. Aroſe, and ſtanding in the midſt thus cry'd, One ſingle fall cannot the prize decide, And who is here can throw me th' other two? Potter's Archæol. Græc.
* When ſhe ſlew her husband, ſhe ſlew my father, and thus in one act was guilty of a double murder. By the law, which the Romans borrowed from Greece, the father and the ſon are eſteemed as the ſame perſon, pater et filius habentur pro una perſona. By this judicious obſervation of Pauw, we com- prehend the meaning of the anſwer in the next line.

The Prieſteſs of the temple of Delphos had before inform- ed us, that Jupiter himſelf had inſpired Apollo with his pro- phetic ſkill; and this God afterwards demands reverence to his oracles as the voice of Jupiter. Virgil was too well verſed in antiquity to omit ſuch a circumſtance; hence his ill-omened propheteſs, to give the greater dread to her prediction, ſays, Quæ Phœbo pater omnipotens, mihi Phœbus Apollo Prædixit. Virgil might poſſibly take this from Æſchylus, as Macrobius affirms; or both might draw it from the everlaſting fountain of Homer, who makes Apollo ſay at his birth,

Χρήσω τ᾿ ἀνθρώποισὶ Διὸς νημερτέα βουλὴν. -Hymn. v. 132.

The righteous Pauw is highly offended at the impiety of this tragedy: one cannot but ſmile to ſee with what zeal he enters into the intereſts of theſe hideous ſiſters, as if he were enamoured of them. This paſſage gives him great offence: Ad hæc ego nauſeo hic: Nexum conſidera: Siç ineptias inep- tiflimas tibi deprehendes ſtatim: hæc tamen philoſophica vide- bantur Stanleio. Stanley had too juſt a taſte to judge of ancient ſentiment by modern manners, or more enlightened know- ledge. Wretched as this ſophiſtry is, it certainly was at that time held as deep philoſophy; otherwiſe the learned Euri- pides, who was not generous towards Æſchylus, would not have put this ſentiment into the mouth of Oreſtes in his plea to the father of Clytemneſtra,

My father was the author of my being; Thy daughter brought me forth: he gave me life, Which ſhe but foſter'd: to the higher cauſe An higher reverence then I deem'd was due. -ELECT.
c Nothing in general is more uncertain than the origin of places, and the reaſon of their names: when this is loſt in the obſcurity of time, what remains to the antiquarian, but to analyſe the word, and from thence deduce the cauſe? Our modern mythologiſts are ſupremely knowing in this proceſs; remote ages were not unacquainted with it. Our poet how- ever has the addreſs even on this ſlight foundation to build up a pleaſing compliment to his countrymen. d This whole charge of Minerva is worthy of the Goddeſs of Wiſdom. By celebrating the high antiquity of the temple, its honourable foundation, the dignity of the court, the au- thority and impartiality of its ſentence, the purity and ſuperior excellence of the laws, ſhe inſpires that reverence to the laws, and the adminiſtration of them, which conſtitutes the firmeſt ſecurity of obedience and good manners. e By this mention of Scythia the poet alludes to Anacharſis, the celebrated lawgiver of that country, cotemporary with Solon. Admetus, the ſon of Pheres, aſked Alceſtis in marriage; her father conſented on this hard condition, that he ſhould yoke a lion and a boar to his chariot: he addreſſed his vows to Apollo and Hercules, and by their aid rendered the ſavages gentle. Some time after, Admetus being dangerouſly ill, again addreſſed his vows to Apollo; the God refuſed his ſalu- tary aid, but upon condition, that one of his near relations would devote himſelf to a voluntary death for him: this Al- ceſtis did: Hercules, being then on his expedition to bring Cerberus from hell, brought back Alceſtis to her husband.- FULGENTIUS.-Whether the poet alludes to this ſtory, or to ſome other with which we are not acquainted, the learned reader will judge.

This is a very curious paſſage, as it informs us that Minerva alone, of all the Gods, had the command of the thunder of Jupiter: hence the learned Virgil, Ipſa Jovis rapidum jaculata e nubibus ignem. -Æn. i. v. 46. She, for the crime of Ajax, from above Launch'd thro' the clouds the fiery bolts of Jove. PITT. At the ſame time it contains an oblique threat of the ſevereſt nature, but conveyed in the gentleſt manner, ſhowing, that ſhe waived her power to force their compliance, and conde- ſcended to entreat, and giving an example of that placability to which ſhe endeavoured to perſuade theſe angry powers.

As this ſoul ſiſterhood was driven from the ſociety of the Gods, admitted to no feaſt, nor ſuffered to abide in any temple, this offer of Minerva was very advantageous to them, and did them the greateſt honour; and as it was urged with the gentleſt, and moſt inſinuating courteſy, it is no wonder, that they ſuffered themſelves to be prevailed upon to accept it. From their conſent to abide here as friends, their harſh name of Erinnyes was changed to Eumenides.

Hefiod, recounting the progeny of Night, ſays, Καὶ μοίρας καὶ κῆρας ἐγείνατο νηλεοπόινες, Κλωθώ τε, Λάχεσίν τε, καὶ ῎Ατροπον· ἄιτε βροτδισι Γεινομένοισι διδῶσιν ἔχειν ἀγαθὸν τε κακὸν τε.-Theog. v. 217. She gave birth to the Fates and the mercileſs Deſtinies, Clotho, Lacheſis, and Atropos; who aſſign to mortals at their birth good and evil. It may not perhaps be eaſy to diſtinguiſh pre- ciſely the different offices of theſe kindred powers: by the Fates was deſigned a ſecret and immutable ſeries of events ne- ceſſarily flowing from their cauſes; and their firm decrees ex- tended over Gods and men, as we learn from Phurnutus and Sallust the philoſopher. The Deſtinies had their direction over human life, influencing the birth, the preſent, and the future fortune of mortals. So that the Fates ſeem more pecu- liarly to have preſided over nations and cities, the Deſtinies over individuals. The note referenced as note.295.h is not present in the supplied transcription.