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Part I
Part I
Dramatis Personae
The Pythian Priestess
The Ghost of Clytemnestra
Athena
Apollo
Orestes
Chorus of Furies
Attendants of Athena
Twelve Athenian Citizens
The Scene of the Drama is the Temple of Apollo, at Delphi; afterwards, the
Temple of Athena, on the Acropolis of Athens, and the adjoining Areopagus.
The Temple at Delphi
The Pythian Priestess
First, in this prayer, of all the gods I name
The prophet - mother Earth; and Themis next,
Second who sat - for so with truth is said -
On this her mother`s shrine oracular.
Then by her grace, who unconstrained allowed,
There sat thereon another child of Earth -
Titanian Phoebe. She, in aftertime,
Gave o`er the throne, as birth - gift to a god,
Phoebus, who in his own bears Phoebe`s name.
He from the lake and ridge of Delos` isle
Steered to the port of Pallas` Attic shores,
The home of ships; and thence he passed and came
Unto this land and to Parnassus` shrine.
And at his side, with awe revering him,
There went the children of Hephaestus` seed,
The hewers of the sacred way, who tame
The stubborn tract that erst was wilderness.
And all this folk, and Delphos, chieftain - king
Of this their land, with honour gave him home;
And in his breast Zeus set a prophet`s soul,
And gave to him this throne, whereon he sits,
Fourth prophet of the shrine, and, Loxias hight,
Gives voice to that which Zeus, his sire, decrees.
Such gods I name in my preluding prayer,
And after them, I call with honour due
On Pallas, wardress of the fane, and Nymphs
Who dwell around the rock Corycian,
Where in the hollow cave, the wild birds` haunt,
Wander the feet of lesser gods; and there,
Right well I know it, Bromian Bacchus dwells,
Since he in godship led his Maenad host,
Devising death for Pentheus, whom they rent
Piecemeal, as hare among the hounds. And last,
I call on Pleistus` springs, Poseidon`s might,
And Zeus most high, the great Accomplisher.
Then as a seeress to the sacred chair
I pass and sit; and may the powers divine
Make this mine entrance fruitful in response
Beyond each former advent, triply blest.
And if there stand without, from Hellas bound,
Men seeking oracles, let each pass in
In order of the lot, as use allows;
For the god guides whate`er my tongue proclaims.
[She goes into the interior of the temple; after
a short interval, she returns in great fear.
Things fell to speak of, fell for eyes to see,
Have sped me forth again from Loxias` shrine,
With strength unstrung, moving erect no more,
But aiding with my hands my failing feet,
Unnerved by fear. A beldame`s force is naught -
Is as a child`s, when age and fear combine.
For as I pace towards the inmost fane
Bay - filleted by many a suppliant`s hand,
Lo, at the central altar I descry
One crouching as for refuge - yea, a man
Abhorred of heaven; and from his hands, wherein
A sword new - drawn he holds, blood reeked and fell:
A wand he bears, the olive`s topmost bough,
Twined as of purpose with a deep close tuft
Of whitest wool. This, that I plainly saw,
Plainly I tell. But lo, in front of him,
Crouched on the altar - steps, a grisly band
Of women slumbers - not like women they,
But Gorgons rather; nay, that word is weak,
Nor may I match the Gorgons` shape with theirs!
Such have I seen in painted semblance erst -
Winged Harpies, snatching food from Phineus` board, -
But these are wingless, black, and all their shape
The eye`s abomination to behold.
Fell is the breath - let none draw nigh to it -
Wherewith they snort in slumber; from their eyes
Exude the damned drops of poisonous ire:
And such their garb as none should dare to bring
To statues of the gods or homes of men.
I wot not of the tribe wherefrom can come
So fell a legion, nor in what land Earth
Could rear, unharmed, such creatures, nor avow
That she had travailed and brought forth death.
But, for the rest, be all these things a care
Unto the mighty Loxias, the lord
Of this our shrine: healer and prophet he,
Discerner he of portents, and the cleanser
Of other homes - behold, his own to cleanse! [Exit.
[The scene opens, disclosing the interior of the
temple: Orestes clings to the central altar; the
Furies lie slumbering at a little distance; Apollo
and Hermes appear from the innermost shrine.
Apollo
Lo, I desert thee never: to the end,
Hard at thy side as now, or sundered far,
I am thy guard, and to thine enemies
Implacably oppose me: look on them,
These greedy fiends, beneath my craft subdued!
See, they are fallen on sleep, these beldames old,
Unto whose grim and wizened maidenhood
Nor god nor man nor beast can e`er draw near.
Yea, evil were they born, for evil`s doom,
Evil the dark abyss of Tartarus
Wherein they dwell, and they themselves the hate
Of men on earth, and of Olympian gods.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the mainland wide
Where`er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o`er and o`er the seas
And island homes of men. Faint not nor fail,
Too soon and timidly within thy breast
Shepherding thoughts forlorn of this thy toil;
But unto Pallas` city go, and there
Crouch at her shrine, and in thine arms enfold
Her ancient image: there we well shall find
Meet judges for this cause and suasive pleas,
Skilled to contrive for thee deliverance
From all this woe. Be such my pledge to thee,
For by my hest thou didst thy mother slay.
Orestes
O king Apollo, since right well thou know`st
What justice bids, have heed, fulfil the same, -
Thy strength is all - sufficient to achieve.
Apollo
Have thou too heed, nor let thy fear prevail
Above thy will. And do thou guard him, Hermes,
Whose blood is brother unto mine, whose sire
The same high God. Men call thee guide and guard,
Guide therefore thou and guard my suppliant;
For Zeus himself reveres the outlaw`s right,
Boon of fair escort, upon man conferred.
[Exeunt Apollo, Hermes, and Orestes.
The Ghost of Clytemnestra rises.
Ghost of Clytemnestra
Sleep on! awake! what skills your sleep to me -
Me, among all the dead by you dishonoured -
Me from whom never, in the world of death,
Dieth this curse, `Tis she who smote and slew,
And shamed and scorned I roam? Awake, and hear
My plaint of dead men`s hate intolerable.
Me, sternly slain by them that should have loved,
Me doth no god arouse him to avenge,
Hewn down in blood by matricidal hands.
Mark ye these wounds from which the heart`s blood ran,
And by whose hand, bethink ye! for the sense
When shut in sleep hath then the spirit - sight,
But in the day the inward eye is blind.
List, ye who drank so oft with lapping tongue
The wineless draughty by me outpoured to soothe
Your vengeful ire! how oft on kindled shrine
I laid the feast of darkness, at the hour
Abhorred of every god but you alone!
Lo, all my service trampled down and scorned!
And he hath baulked your chase, as stag the hounds;
Yea, lightly bounding from the circling toils,
Hath wried his face in scorn, and flieth far.
Awake and hear - for mine own soul I cry -
Awake, ye powers of hell! the wandering ghost
That once was Clytemnestrap calls - Arise!
[The Furies mutter grimly, as in a dream.
Mutter and murmur! He hath flown afar -
My kin have gods to guard them, I have none!
[The Furies mutter as before.
O drowsed in sleep too deep to heed my pain!
Orestes flies, who me, his mother, slew.
[The Furies give a confused cry.
Yelping, and drowsed again? Up and be doing
That which alone is yours, the deed of hell!
[The Furies give another cry.
Lo, sleep and toil, the sworn confederates,
Have quelled your dragon - anger, once so fell!
The Furies (muttering more fiercely and loudly)
Seize, seize, seize, seize - mark, yonder!
Ghost
In dreams ye chase a prey, and like some hound,
That even in sleep doth ply his woodland toil,
Ye bell and bay. What do ye, sleeping here?
Be not o`ercome with toil, nor, sleep - subdued,
Be heedless of my wrong. Up! thrill your heart
With the just chidings of my tongue, - such words
Are as a spur to purpose firmly held.
Blow forth on him the breath of wrath and blood,
Scorch him with reek of fire that burns in you,
Waste him with new pursuit - swift, hound him down!
[Ghost sinks.
First Fury (awaking)
Up! rouse another as I rouse thee; up!
Sleep`st thou? Rise up, and spurning sleep away,
See we if false to us this prelude rang.
Chorus of Furies
Alack, alack, O sisters, we have toiled,
O much and vainly have we toiled and borne!
Vainly! and all we wrought the gods have foiled,
And turned us to scorn!
He hath slipped from the net, whom we chased: he hath
`scaped us who should be our prey -
O`ermastered by slumber we sank, and our quarry hath
stolen away!
Thou, child of the high God Zeus, Apollo, hast robbed us
and wronged;
Thou, a youth, hast downtrodden the right that to
godship more ancient belonged;
Thou hast cherished thy suppliant man; the slayer, the
God - forsaken,
The bane of a parent, by craft from out of our grasp thou
hast taken;
A god, thou hast stolen from us, the avengers, a matricide
son -
And who shall consider thy deed and say, It is rightfully
done?
The sound of chiding scorn
Came from the land of dream;
Deep to mine inmost heart I felt it thrill and burn,
Thrust as a strong - grasped goad, to urge
Onward the chariot`s team.
Thrilled, chilled with bitter inward pain
I stand as one beneath the doomsman`s scourge.
Shame on the younger gods who tread down right,
Sitting on thrones of might!
Woe on the altar of earth`s central fane!
Clotted on step and shrine,
Behold, the guilt of blood, the ghastly stain!
Woe upon thee, Apollo! uncontrolled,
Unbidden, hast thou, prophet - god, imbrued
The pure prophetic shrine with wrongful blood!
For thou too heinous a respect didst hold
Of man, too little heed of powers divine!
And us the Fates, the ancients of the earth,
Didst deem as nothing worth.
Scornful to me thou art, yet shalt not fend
My wrath from him; though unto hell he flee,
There too are we!
And he, the blood - defiled, should feel and rue,
Though I were not, fiend - wrath that shall not end,
Descending on his head who foully slew.
[Re - enter Apollo from the inner shrine.
Apollo
Out! I command you. Out from this my home -
Haste, tarry not! Out from the mystic shrine,
Lest thy lot be to take into thy breast
The winged bright dart that from my golden string
Speeds hissing as a snake, - lest, pierced and thrilled
With agony, thou shouldst spew forth again
Black frothy heart`s - blood, drawn from mortal men,
Belching the gory clots sucked forth from wounds.
These be no halls where such as you can prowl -
Go where men lay on men the doom of blood,
Heads lopped from necks, eyes from their spheres plucked out,
Hacked flesh, the flower of youthful seed crushed out,
Feet hewn away, and hands, and death beneath
The smiting stone, low moans and piteous
Of men impaled - Hark, hear ye for what feast
Ye hanker ever, and the loathing gods
Do spit upon your craving? Lo, your shape
Is all too fitted to your greed; the cave
Where lurks some lion, lapping gore, were home
More meet for you. Avaunt from sacred shrines,
Nor bring pollution by your touch on all
That nears you. Hence! and roam unshepherded -
No god there is to tend such herd as you.
Chorus
O king Apollo, in our turn hear us.
Thou hast not only part in these ill things,
But art chief cause and doer of the same.
Apollo
How? stretch thy speech to tell this, and have done.
Chorus
Thine oracle bade this man slay his mother.
Apollo
I bade him quit his sire`s death, - wherefore not?
Chorus
Then didst thou aid and guard red - handed crime.
Apollo
Yea, and I bade him to this temple flee.
Chorus
And yet forsooth dost chide us following him!
Apollo
Ay - not for you it is, to near this fane.
Chorus
Yet is such office ours, imposed by fate.
Apollo
What office? vaunt the thing ye deem so fair.
Chorus
From home to home we chase the matricide.
Apollo
What? to avenge a wife who slays her lord?
Chorus
That is not blood outpoured by kindred hands.
Apollo
How darkly ye dishonour and annul
The troth to which the high accomplishers,
Hera and Zeus, do honour. Yea, and thus
Is Aphrodite to dishonour cast,
The queen of rapture unto mortal men.
Know that above the marriage - bed ordained
For man and woman standeth Right as guard,
Enhancing sanctity of troth - plight sworn;
Therefore, if thou art placable to those
Who have their consort slain, nor will`st to turn
On them the eye of wrath, unjust art thou
In hounding to his doom the man who slew
His mother. Lo, I know thee full of wrath
Against one deed, but all too placable
Unto the other, minishing the crime.
But in this cause shall Pallas guard the right.
Chorus
Deem not my quest shall ever quit that man.
Apollo
Follow then, make thee double toil in vain!
Chorus
Think not by speech mine office to curtail.
Apollo
None hast thou, that I would accept of thee!
Chorus
Yea, high thine honour by the throne of Zeus:
But I, drawn on by scent of mother`s blood,
Seek vengeance on this man and hound him down.
Apollo
But I will stand beside him; `tis for me
To guard my suppliant: gods and men alike
Do dread the curse of such an one betrayed,
And in me Fear and Will say, Leave him not.
[Exeunt omnes.
The scene changes to Athens. In the foreground, the
Temple of Athena on the Acropolis; her statue
stands in the centre; Orestes is seen clinging to it.
Orestes
Look on me, queen Athena; lo, I come
By Loxias` behest; thou of thy grace
Receive me, driven of avenging powers -
Not now a red - hand slayer unannealed,
But with guilt fading, half effaced, outworn
On many homes and paths of mortal men.
For to the limit of each land, each sea,
I roamed, obedient to Apollo`s hest,
And come at last, O Goddess, to thy fane,
And clinging to thine image, bide my doom.
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