第 22 节
作者:猜火车      更新:2021-02-21 14:35      字数:9322
  That he alone can speak or think aright;
  Such oracles are empty breath when tried。
  The wisest man will let himself be swayed
  By others' wisdom and relax in time。
  See how the trees beside a stream in flood
  Save; if they yield to force; each spray unharmed;
  But by resisting perish root and branch。
  The mariner who keeps his mainsheet taut;
  And will not slacken in the gale; is like
  To sail with thwarts reversed; keel uppermost。
  Relent then and repent thee of thy wrath;
  For; if one young in years may claim some sense;
  I'll say 'tis best of all to be endowed
  With absolute wisdom; but; if that's denied;
  (And nature takes not readily that ply)
  Next wise is he who lists to sage advice。
  CHORUS
  If he says aught in season; heed him; King。
  (To HAEMON)
  Heed thou thy sire too; both have spoken well。
  CREON
  What; would you have us at our age be schooled;
  Lessoned in prudence by a beardless boy?
  HAEMON
  I plead for justice; father; nothing more。
  Weigh me upon my merit; not my years。
  CREON
  Strange merit this to sanction lawlessness!
  HAEMON
  For evil…doers I would urge no plea。
  CREON
  Is not this maid an arrant law…breaker?
  HAEMON
  The Theban commons with one voice say; No。
  CREON
  What; shall the mob dictate my policy?
  HAEMON
  'Tis thou; methinks; who speakest like a boy。
  CREON
  Am I to rule for others; or myself?
  HAEMON
  A State for one man is no State at all。
  CREON
  The State is his who rules it; so 'tis held。
  HAEMON
  As monarch of a desert thou wouldst shine。
  CREON
  This boy; methinks; maintains the woman's cause。
  HAEMON
  If thou be'st woman; yes。  My thought's for thee。
  CREON
  O reprobate; would'st wrangle with thy sire?
  HAEMON
  Because I see thee wrongfully perverse。
  CREON
  And am I wrong; if I maintain my rights?
  HAEMON
  Talk not of rights; thou spurn'st the due of Heaven
  CREON
  O heart corrupt; a woman's minion thou!
  HAEMON
  Slave to dishonor thou wilt never find me。
  CREON
  Thy speech at least was all a plea for her。
  HAEMON
  And thee and me; and for the gods below。
  CREON
  Living the maid shall never be thy bride。
  HAEMON
  So she shall die; but one will die with her。
  CREON
  Hast come to such a pass as threaten me?
  HAEMON
  What threat is this; vain counsels to reprove?
  CREON
  Vain fool to instruct thy betters; thou shall rue it。
  HAEMON
  Wert not my father; I had said thou err'st。
  CREON
  Play not the spaniel; thou a woman's slave。
  HAEMON
  When thou dost speak; must no man make reply?
  CREON
  This passes bounds。  By heaven; thou shalt not rate
  And jeer and flout me with impunity。
  Off with the hateful thing that she may die
  At once; beside her bridegroom; in his sight。
  HAEMON
  Think not that in my sight the maid shall die;
  Or by my side; never shalt thou again
  Behold my face hereafter。  Go; consort
  With friends who like a madman for their mate。
  'Exit HAEMON'
  CHORUS
  Thy son has gone; my liege; in angry haste。
  Fell is the wrath of youth beneath a smart。
  CREON
  Let him go vent his fury like a fiend:
  These sisters twain he shall not save from death。
  CHORUS
  Surely; thou meanest not to slay them both?
  CREON
  I stand corrected; only her who touched
  The body。
  CHORUS
  And what death is she to die?
  CREON
  She shall be taken to some desert place
  By man untrod; and in a rock…hewn cave;
  With food no more than to avoid the taint
  That homicide might bring on all the State;
  Buried alive。  There let her call in aid
  The King of Death; the one god she reveres;
  Or learn too late a lesson learnt at last:
  'Tis labor lost; to reverence the dead。
  CHORUS
  (Str。)
  Love resistless in fight; all yield at a glance of thine eye;
  Love who pillowed all night on a maiden's cheek dost lie;
  Over the upland holds。  Shall mortals not yield to thee?
  (Ant)。
  Mad are thy subjects all; and even the wisest heart
  Straight to folly will fall; at a touch of thy poisoned dart。
  Thou didst kindle the strife; this feud of kinsman with kin;
  By the eyes of a winsome wife; and the yearning her heart to win。
  For as her consort still; enthroned with Justice above;
  Thou bendest man to thy will; O all invincible Love。
  Lo I myself am borne aside;
  From Justice; as I view this bride。
  (O sight an eye in tears to drown)
  Antigone; so young; so fair;
  Thus hurried down
  Death's bower with the dead to share。
  ANTIGONE
  (Str。 1)
  Friends; countrymen; my last farewell I make;
  My journey's done。
  One last fond; lingering; longing look I take
  At the bright sun。
  For Death who puts to sleep both young and old
  Hales my young life;
  And beckons me to Acheron's dark fold;
  An unwed wife。
  No youths have sung the marriage song for me;
  My bridal bed
  No maids have strewn with flowers from the lea;
  'Tis Death I wed。
  CHORUS
  But bethink thee; thou art sped;
  Great and glorious; to the dead。
  Thou the sword's edge hast not tasted;
  No disease thy frame hath wasted。
  Freely thou alone shalt go
  Living to the dead below。
  ANTIGONE
  (Ant。 1)
  Nay; but the piteous tale I've heard men tell
  Of Tantalus' doomed child;
  Chained upon Siphylus' high rocky fell;
  That clung like ivy wild;
  Drenched by the pelting rain and whirling snow;
  Left there to pine;
  While on her frozen breast the tears aye flow
  Her fate is mine。
  CHORUS
  She was sprung of gods; divine;
  Mortals we of mortal line。
  Like renown with gods to gain
  Recompenses all thy pain。
  Take this solace to thy tomb
  Hers in life and death thy doom。
  ANTIGONE
  (Str。 2)
  Alack; alack!  Ye mock me。  Is it meet
  Thus to insult me living; to my face?
  Cease; by our country's altars I entreat;
  Ye lordly rulers of a lordly race。
  O fount of Dirce; wood…embowered plain
  Where Theban chariots to victory speed;
  Mark ye the cruel laws that now have wrought my bane;
  The friends who show no pity in my need!
  Was ever fate like mine?  O monstrous doom;
  Within a rock…built prison sepulchered;
  To fade and wither in a living tomb;
  And alien midst the living and the dead。
  CHORUS
  (Str。 3)
  In thy boldness over…rash
  Madly thou thy foot didst dash
  'Gainst high Justice' altar stair。
  Thou a father's guild dost bear。
  ANTIGONE
  (Ant。 2)
  At this thou touchest my most poignant pain;
  My ill…starred father's piteous disgrace;
  The taint of blood; the hereditary stain;
  That clings to all of Labdacus' famed race。
  Woe worth the monstrous marriage…bed where lay
  A mother with the son her womb had borne;
  Therein I was conceived; woe worth the day;
  Fruit of incestuous sheets; a maid forlorn;
  And now I pass; accursed and unwed;
  To meet them as an alien there below;
  And thee; O brother; in marriage ill…bestead;
  'Twas thy dead hand that dealt me this death…blow。
  CHORUS
  Religion has her chains; 'tis true;
  Let rite be paid when rites are due。
  Yet is it ill to disobey
  The powers who hold by might the sway。
  Thou hast withstood authority;
  A self…willed rebel; thou must die。
  ANTIGONE
  Unwept; unwed; unfriended; hence I go;
  No longer may I see the day's bright eye;
  Not one friend left to share my bitter woe;
  And o'er my ashes heave one passing sigh。
  CREON
  If wail and lamentation aught availed
  To stave off death; I trow they'd never end。
  Away with her; and having walled her up
  In a rock…vaulted tomb; as I ordained;
  Leave her alone at liberty to die;
  Or; if she choose; to live in solitude;
  The tomb her dwelling。  We in either case
  Are guiltless as concerns this maiden's blood;
  Only on earth no lodging shall she find。
  ANTIGONE
  O grave; O bridal bower; O prison house
  Hewn from the rock; my everlasting home;
  Whither I go to join the mighty host
  Of kinsfolk; Persephassa's guests long dead;
  The last of all; of all more miserable;
  I pass; my destined span of years cut short。
  And yet good hope is mine that I shall find
  A welcome from my sire; a welcome too;
  From thee; my mother; and my brother dear;
  From with these hands; I laved and decked your limbs
  In death; and poured libations on your grave。
  And last; my Polyneices; unto thee
  I paid due rites; and this my recompense!
  Yet am I justified in wisdom's eyes。
  For even had it been some child of mine;
  Or husband mouldering in death's decay;
  I had not wrought this deed despite the State。
  What is the law I call in aid?  'Tis thus
  I argue。  Had it been a husband dead
  I might have wed another; and have borne
  Another child; to take the dead child's place。
  But; now my sire and mother both are dead;
  No second brother can be born for me。
  Thus by the law of conscience I was led
  To honor thee; dear brother; and was judged
  By Creon guilty of a heinous crime。
  And now he drags me like a criminal;
  A bride unwed; amerced of marriage…song
  And marriage…bed and joys of motherhood;
  By friends deserted to a living grave。
  What ordinance of heaven have I transgressed?
  Hereafter can I look to any go