XCVI. "Take these and the fierce oxen, Maia's child— XCVII. Thus king Apollo loved the child of May In truth, and Jove covered them with love and joy. Hermes with Gods and men even from that day Mingled, and wrought the latter much annoy, And little profit, going far astray Through the dun night. Farewell, delightful Boy, Of Jove and Maia sprung,-never by me, Nor thou, nor other songs shall unremembered be. THE CYCLOPS; A SATYRIC DRAMA. TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF EURIPIDES. SILENUS. CHORUS OF SATYRS. ULYSSES. THE CYCLOPS. SILENUS. O, BACCHUS, what a world of toil, both now First, when thou fled'st The mountain-nymphs who nurst thee, driven afar By the strange madness Juno sent upon thee; Then in the battle of the sons of Earth, When I stood foot by foot close to thy side, No unpropitious fellow combatant, And driving through his shield my winged spear, Is it a dream of which I speak to thee? And now I suffer more than all before. With all my children quaint in search of you, And fixed the naked mast, and all my boys. And one of these, named Polypheme, has caught us Of Bacchic sports, sweet dance and melody, We keep this lawless giant's wandering flocks. My sons indeed, on far declivities, Young things themselves, tend on the youngling sheep, Or sweeping the hard floor, or ministering To the fell Cyclops. I am wearied of it! CHORUS OF SATYRS. STROPHE. Where has he of race divine Wandered in the winding rocks? Wild, seditious, rambling! EPODE. An Iacchic melody To the golden Aphrodite Seeking her and her delight With the Mænads, whose white feet To the music glance and fleet. Shaking wide thy yellow hair, In these wretched goat-skins clad, * The Antistrophe is omitted. |