Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered into English ProseTheocritus
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Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered into English Prose
Theocritus
Greek poetry -- Translations into English; Pastoral poetry, Greek -- Translations into English
‘Sirs, wherefore desire ye battle, and how are ye thus violent to win the
brides of others with naked swords in your hands. To us, behold, did
Leucippus betroth these his daughters long before; to us this bridal is
by oath confirmed. And ye did not well, in that to win the wives of
others ye perverted him with gifts of oxen, and mules, and other wealth,
and so won wedlock by bribes. Lo many a time, in face of both of you, I
have spoken thus, I that am not a man of many words, saying,—“Not thus,
dear friends, does it become heroes to woo their wives, wives that
already have bridegrooms betrothed. Lo Sparta is wide, and wide is Elis,
a land of chariots and horses, and Arcadia rich in sheep, and there are
the citadels of the Achaeans, and Messenia, and Argos, and all the
sea-coast of Sisyphus. There be maidens by their parents nurtured,
maidens countless, that lack not aught in wisdom or in comeliness. Of
these ye may easily win such as ye will, for many are willing to be the
fathers-in-law of noble youths, and ye are the very choice of heroes all,
as your fathers were, and all your father’s kin, and all your blood from
of old. But, friends, let this our bridal find its due conclusion, and
for you let all of us seek out another marriage.”
‘Many such words I would speak, but the wind’s breath bare them away to
the wet wave of the sea, and no favour followed with my words. For ye
twain are hard and ruthless,—nay, but even now do ye listen, for ye are
our cousins, and kin by the father’s side. But if your heart yet lusts
for war, and with blood we must break up the kindred strife, and end the
feud, {118} then Idas and his cousin, mighty Polydeuces, shall hold their
hands and abstain from battle, but let us twain, Castor and I, the
younger born, try the ordeal of war! Let us not leave the heaviest of
grief to our fathers! Enough is one slain man from a house, but the
others will make festival for all their friends, and will be bridegrooms,
not slain men, and will wed these maidens. Lo, it is fitting with light
loss to end a great dispute.’
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