Four Plays of Aeschylus — A Closer Reading
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herdsman, was set by Hera to watch Io whithersoever she strayed. Yet, in despite of Argus, did Zeus draw nigh unto her in the shape of a bull. And by the will of Zeus and the craft of Hermes was Argus slain. Then Io was driven over far lands and seas by her madness, and came at length to the land of Egypt. There was she restored to herself by a touch of the hand of Zeus, and bare a child called Epaphus. And from Epaphus sprang Libya, and from Libya, Belus; and from Belus, Aegyptus and Danaus. And the sons of Aegyptus willed to take the daughters of Danaus in marriage. But the maidens held such wedlock in horror, and fled with their father over the sea to Argos; and the king and citizens of Argos gave them shelter and protection from their pursuers.
THE SUPPLIANT MAIDENS
DANAUS. THE KING OF ARGOS. HERALD OF AEGYPTUS.
_Chorus of the Daughters of Danaus. Attendants_.
_Scene.—A sacred precinct near the gates of Argos: statue and shrines of Zeus and other deities stand around_.
CHORUS. Zeus! Lord and guard of suppliant hands! Look down benign on us who crave Thine aid—whom winds and waters drave From where, through drifting shifting sands, Pours Nilus to the wave. From where the green land, god-possest, Closes and fronts the Syrian waste, We flee as exiles, yet unbanned By murder’s sentence from our land; But—since Aegyptus had decreed His sons should wed his brother’s seed,— Ourselves we tore from bonds abhorred, From wedlock not of heart but hand, Nor brooked to call a kinsman lord!
And Danaus, our sire and guide, The king of counsel, pond’ring well The dice of fortune as they fell, Out of two griefs the kindlier chose, And bade us fly, with him beside, Heedless what winds or waves arose, And o’er the wide sea waters haste, Until to Argos’ shore at last Our wandering pinnace came— Argos, the immemorial home Of her from whom we boast to come— Io, the ox-horned maiden, whom, After long wandering, woe, and scathe, Zeus with a touch, a mystic breath, Made mother of our name. Therefore, of all the lands of earth, On this most gladly step we forth, And in our hands aloft we bear— Sole weapon for a suppliant’s wear— The olive-shoot, with wool enwound! City, and land, and waters wan Of Inachus, and gods most high, And ye who, deep beneath the ground, Bring vengeance weird on mortal man, Powers of the grave, on you we cry! And unto Zeus the Saviour, guard Of mortals’ holy purity! Receive ye us—keep watch and ward Above the suppliant maiden band! Chaste be the heart of this your land Towards the weak! but, ere the throng, The wanton swarm, from Egypt sprung, Leap forth upon the silted shore, Thrust back their swift-rowed bark again, Repel them, urge them to the main! And there, ’mid storm and lightning’s shine, And scudding drift and thunder’s roar, Deep death be theirs, in stormy brine! Before they foully grasp and win Us, maiden-children of their kin, And climb the couch by law denied, And wrong each weak reluctant bride. And now on her I call,
E.D.A. Morshead's translation of Four Plays of Aeschylus presents the earliest surviving Greek tragedies in a Victorian poetic idiom that often heightens their formal, choral character. The volume includes The Suppliant Maidens, The Persians, The Seven Against Thebes, and Prometheus Bound—all that remain of what were originally parts of lost trilogies. Morshead's rendering favors rhythmic regularity and archaic diction, as when Xerxes commands the chorus to 'pluck out thy whitening beard' in a lament that alternates between single lines and choral refrains. The translator's introduction notes that only one complete trilogy, the Oresteia, survives from Aeschylus's oeuvre; these four plays are thus fragments of larger designs, each complete as a poem but missing their narrative context.
Choral Lament as Structural Backbone
The excerpts show that choral passages are not decorative but carry the emotional and thematic weight of each play. In The Persians, the exchange between Xerxes and the chorus is built on antiphonal cries—'An agony, an agony!'—with the king directing the chorus's grief in a ritualized call-and-response. The stage direction 'Exeunt' after a long lyrical sequence suggests that the play's climax is performed through collective mourning rather than individual action. Similarly, The Suppliant Maidens is described as a drama where 'the lyric element predominates,' with the fugitive daughters expressing their plight in 'lyrical strains of quiet beauty.' Morshead's translation preserves this choral dominance by using repetitive, incantatory phrasing that mirrors the original Greek's formal structure.
Civic Duty and the Language of the State
In The Seven Against Thebes, Eteocles addresses the citizens as 'Clansmen of Cadmus' and frames the defense of the city as a sacred obligation: 'all to rise in aid / Of city, shrines, and altars of all powers / Who guard our land.' His speech uses nautical metaphors—'steers the ship of State / With hand upon the tiller'—to equate political leadership with skilled navigation. The play's argument, provided before the dialogue, summarizes the curse of Oedipus and the fratricidal war, but Eteocles's opening lines focus on collective responsibility rather than personal fate. The excerpts do not reveal whether the curse is fulfilled, but the emphasis on civic unity suggests that the play explores how individual ambition threatens the common good.
Fragments of Lost Trilogies: What the Excerpts Reveal and Conceal
Morshead's introduction explicitly states that these four plays are 'fragments of lost Trilogies,' each once part of a larger narrative cycle. The excerpts offer glimpses of these missing contexts: The Suppliant Maidens ends with the maidens 'refer[ring] the whole question of their marriage to the subsequent decision of the gods,' implying a sequel that does not survive. The Persians closes with Xerxes leading a lament for the dead, but the historical aftermath of the Persian Wars is not dramatized. The translator's note that 'only a few words, or lines, or short paragraphs' remain from the lost plays underscores the incompleteness of the record. Readers must approach each play as a self-contained work while recognizing that its full meaning once depended on now-vanished companion pieces.
Because these plays are translated verse dramas from the 5th century BCE, readers should attend to the rhythm and repetition of Morshead's language, which often signals shifts between dialogue and choral ode. The absence of stage directions beyond basic entrances and exits means that performance elements—gesture, movement, music—must be imagined. Comparing the four plays reveals recurring patterns: supplication, lament, and the tension between human law and divine will. The catalog subjects 'Mythology, Greek — Drama' and 'Aeschylus — Translations into English' accurately describe the content, but the excerpts show that the plays are less about mythic plots than about collective emotional experience.
I keep thinking about how Aeschylus lets the chorus carry so much grief, the way collective voices hold what one person can’t say alone. That feeling stayed with me, like an echo. It reminded me of something quieter in The Lawyers, A Drama in Five Acts — Inside the Classic, where duty weighs on everyone differently, and the silence between lines says just as much.
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