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RHESUS
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THE RHESUS OF EURIPIDES
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INTRODUCTION
This short play needs rather a long introduction. It has had the bad fortune to become a literary problem, and almost all its few readers are so much occupied with the question whether it can be the work of Euripides--and if not his, whose?--that they seldom allow themselves to take it on its merits as a stirring and adventurous piece, not particularly profound or subtle, but always full of movement and life and possessing at least one or two scenes of great and penetrating beauty.
The outlines of the _Rhesus_ Question are these.--The _Rhesus_ appears in the MSS. of Euripides; we know from the Athenian Didascaliae, or Records of Performances, that Euripides wrote a play of the name; some passages in it are quoted by early Alexandrian writers as from "the _Rhesus_ of Euripides;" no passage is quoted under any other name. This seems about as strong as external evidence need be. Yet the ancient introduction to the play mentions that "some think the play spurious," and expresses the odd opinion that "it suggests rather the Sophoclean style." Further, it tells us that, besides the present opening scene, there were extant two different prologues, one of which was "quite prosy and perhaps concocted by the actors." This seems to show that the Alexandrian scholars who tried for the first time to collect the complete works of Euripides, some two centuries after his death, found this play current as "Euripides' _Rhesus_," but that it was credited with three different openings and that its style was felt to be somehow peculiar.
The peculiarity of style is incontestable. It does not to our judgment suggest Sophocles. It suggests a young man imitating Aeschylus, and it has a great number of Euripidean expressions. Hermann, who collected what he took to be "imitations" of early poets in the _Rhesus_, noted only 25 of Sophocles, 38 of Aeschylus, and 84 of Euripides.
Is it, then, the work of a somewhat imitative fourth-century poet, naturally influenced by his great forerunners? Hardly: because, with a few exceptions, the verse and diction of the _Rhesus_, are markedly early in character, the verse severe and smooth, the diction direct and rather grandiose, the choral lyrics strictly relevant. In Euripides' later years Drama was moving rapidly away from all these things and, as far as we can judge, continued so moving after his death. If the _Rhesus_ is a post-classical play it can hardly be honest fourth-century work: it must be deliberately archaistic, a product of the Alexandrian spirit if not actually of the Alexandrian age. This is what Hermann believed. But unfortunately it is not a bit more like our fragments of Alexandrian tragedy than it is like the _Medea_; and, further, if it is an Alexandrian pseudo-classic tragedy, how did it succeed in deceiving the Alexandrian critics, detectives specially trained for this kind of work?
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Let us try quite a different hypothesis, and begin by accepting the external evidence as true. The famous critic, Crates, of the second century B.C., happens to mention--in excuse of what he took to be a slip in the poet's astronomy--that the _Rhesus_ of Euripides was a youthful work. Now the earliest dated tragedy of Euripides that we possess is the _Alcestis_, B.C. 438, written when he was about forty-six. His style may well have been considerably different fifteen or twenty years earlier, and must certainly have been much under the influence of Aeschylus. So far, so good. Then what of the other difficulties, the three different opening scenes and the few passages of late phrasing or technique? One obvious explanation suits both. The three different openings pretty clearly imply that the play was reproduced more than once after the poet's death and adapted by the producer for each occasion. This happened to many plays of Euripides, and in one case we even know the name of the producer; he was Euripides the Younger, son of the poet. Among other things we have reason to believe that he wrote some parts of the _Iphigenia in Aulis_. And in this connexion we can hardly help noticing that the _Iphigenia in Aulis_, like the _Rhesus_ and like no other Greek tragedy, has two alternative openings, one a dull prologue and one a lyrical scene in anapaests under the stars. The general style of the two plays is utterly different; the _Iphigenia_ is most typically late Euripidean; but one would not be surprised to learn that they had both passed at some time through the same revising hand.
This hypothesis seems to work well. But one difficulty remains.
We have so far gone on the supposition that Euripides at twenty-five or thirty perhaps wrote very differently from Euripides at forty-six, and that the manner we call Euripidean is only the manner of his later life. There is nothing improbable in this suggestion, but have we any evidence? Yes, a very little, and unfortunately it does not say what we want. We have some fragments--twenty lines altogether--preserved from the _Peliades_, with which Euripides won his first victory in the year 455, seventeen years before the _Alcestis_, and as far as they go they are just in his ordinary manner--a good deal more so, in fact, than much of the _Alcestis_ is. Let us face this difficulty.
The ordinary style of Euripides is full, flexible, lucid, antithetic, studiously simple in vocabulary and charged with philosophic reflection. If we look in his extant remains for any trace of a style, like that of the _Rhesus_, which is comparatively terse, rich, romantic, not shrinking from rare words and strong colour and generally untinged by philosophy, we shall find the nearest approach to it in the _Cyclops_. Next to the _Cyclops_ I am not sure what play would come, but the _Alcestis_ would not be far off. It has especially several Epic forms which cannot be paralleled in tragedy. Now the conjunction of these two plays with the _Rhesus_ is significant. The three seem to be three earliest of the extant plays; they are also--if we count the _Heraclidae_ as mutilated--the three shortest. But, what is more important, the _Cyclops_ is not a tragedy but a satyr-play, and the _Alcestis_ is a tragedy of a special sort, written to take the place of a satyr-play. It is a tragedy with some half grotesque figures and a fantastic atmosphere.
This is no place for a close analysis of the diction of the various works of Euripides; but taking one rough test, just for what it is worth, we may try to count the number of words in each play which are not found elsewhere in Euripides. The _Medea_, a central sort of play, has in its 1419 lines 103 such words. The _Alcestis_, with 1163 lines, has 122; the _Rhesus_, with less than 1000 lines, has 177; the _Cyclops_, with only 701 lines, has actually 220. This calculation is doubtless slightly inexact: in any case it is worth very little until it is carefully analysed. But on the whole it accords with my general impression that the _Rhesus_ in its variation from the Euripidean norm goes further than the _Alcestis_, and not so far as the _Cyclops_, and goes in very much the same direction. I feel in the _Rhesus_ a good deal of that curious atmosphere, not exactly comic, but wild and extravagant, which the Greeks felt to be suited to the Satyr horde; the atmosphere normally breathed by the one-eyed Giant of the cavern on volcanic Aetna, or the drunken and garlanded Heracles who wrestles with Death and cracks his ribs for him at midnight among the tombs. The whole scene and setting of the _Rhesus_; the man-wolf crawling away into the darkness and his two enemies presently crawling in out of the same darkness with his bloody spoils; the divine Thracian king with his round targe that shines by night and his horses whiter than the snow; the panic of the watch, the vaunting of the doomed chieftain, the goddess disguised as another goddess, the thrilling half-farcical scene where the spy Odysseus is actually caught and befools his captors: these things are not of course comic, like some incidents in the _Cyclops_. They belong to tragedy; but they are near the outside limit of the tragic convention, and would perhaps be most at home in a pro-satyric tragedy like the _Alcestis_.
In the upshot I see no adequate reason for rejecting the external evidence which makes this play a work of Euripides, if we suppose it to be an early pro-satyric play which was produced again after the poet's death by Euripides the Younger or some contemporary. Most scholars, however, prefer to think it simply an archaistic work of the fourth century.
On this theory the Alexandrians when looking for the _Rhesus_ of Euripides found an anonymous play called _Rhesus_ and accepted it for what it was worth. The Prologues mentioned in the argument would perhaps belong to other plays of the same name; one, no doubt, to the real play of Euripides. The rich and severe style may, for all we know--for direct evidence fails us--be the natural mark of some reactionary archaistic school about the time of Plato or Aristotle. The same date might well be indicated by the great interest our play takes in the Iliad, and by its almost "Alexandrian" use of the gods as ornamental machinery. I cannot call such a theory improbable; but it really amounts to rejecting the external evidence in order to place the _Rhesus_ in a period of tragic style of which we happen to know nothing. It is certainly not confirmed by the scanty fragments we possess of Theodectes or Chairemon.
And, if one is to venture into more speculative and subjective arguments, I find it rather hard to think of any lyric poet except Euripides who could have written the Adrasteia chorus or the lines about the Nightingale in the Watchers' Song; of any playwright except Euripides who would have ended a play of gallant martial adventure with the vision of a solitary mother clasping her dead son. There are many other passages, too, like the mysterious sobbing in the dark that heralds the entry of the wounded Thracian, and the final passing out of the army to its certain defeat, which seem to me more like undeveloped genius than common imitative mediocrity. If a nameless fourth-century poet wrote this play, I think we should have heard more of him.
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The story of the play is taken straight from the Doloneia, an Epic rhapsody which now takes its place as the Tenth Book of the Iliad, but was very likely independent in the time of Euripides (_Rise of the Greek Epic_, p. 313 f.). The play seems in one or two points to follow a more archaic model than the version in our Homer. (See notes on l. 150 and l. 175.)
In Rhesus himself--the name is said to be the Thracian form of _rex_[1]--we seem to have the traditional divine king of the Thracian tribes about Pangaion, seen through the eyes of Greek romance. He is the son of the greatest of Rivers and the Muse of the Mountain: she is simply "The Muse," otherwise nameless, and we are lost if we try to bind her down to the identity of any Greek goddess. Like many Thracian heroes Rhesus has a dash of the Sun-god in him, the burning targe, the white horses and the splendour. Like them he is a boaster and a deep drinker, a child of battle and of song. Like other divine kings he dies in his youth and strength, and keeps watch over his people from some "feasting presence, full of light," where he lies among the buried silver-veins of Pangaion. If the uttermost need comes, doubtless he will wake again. When the Athenians began making their dangerous settlements on the coast of Thrace--ten thousand settlers were massacred by Rhesus's people about 465 B.C.: Amphipolis not fully established till 437--they found the legend of Rhesus in the air, and eventually they thought it prudent to send for his hallowed bones from the Troad, where they were supposed to be buried, and give them a tomb in the Athenian colony. Possibly that pacified him. And his legend in the mouth of the poets seemed perhaps like the story of his own mountaineers, multitudes of strong men, stormy and chivalrous, terrible in onset, who somehow in the end melted away before the skill and persistent courage of a civilised Greek city.
[Footnote 1: Perdrizet, _Cultes et Mythes de Pangee_, p. 17.]
RHESUS
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
HECTOR, _Prince of Ilion and General of the Trojan Armies_. AENEAS, _a Trojan Prince_. DOLON, _a Trojan_. PARIS, _also called_ ALEXANDER, _brother of Hector_. RHESUS, _King of Thrace, son of the River Str[^y]mon and the Muse of the Mountains_. A THRACIAN, _the King's charioteer_. ODYSSEUS, _a Greek chieftain, famous for craft and daring_. DIOMEDES, _a Greek chieftain, famous for valour_. A SHEPHERD.
The Goddess ATHENA. The MUSE OF THE MOUNTAINS.
CHORUS _of Trojan Guards with their_ LEADER. _Some_ THRACIANS _with their_ CAPTAIN, _Attendants, &c._
_The date and authorship of the play are unknown; it probably belongs to the Fifth Century B.C., and is attributed to Euripides._
RHESUS
_It is a cloudy but moonlight night on the plain before Troy. [vv. 1-10] The Trojans and their allies have won a decisive victory and are camping on the open field close to the Greek outposts. The scene is in front of a rude tent or hut that has been set up for_ HECTOR, _the Trojan leader. A watch-fire burns low in front. Far off at the back can be seen rows of watch-fires in the Greek camp. The road to Troy is in front to the left; the road to Mount Ida leads far away to the right._
_All is silence; then a noise outside. Enter tumultuously a band of Trojan Pickets._
VARIOUS VOICES.
(_The dash -- in these passages indicates a new speaker._)
On to the Prince's quarters!--Ho! Who is awake? What man-at-arms, Or squire or groom?--Let Hector know New rumour of alarms From sentinels who stand at mark The four long watches of the dark, While others sleep.--Uplift thine head, O Hector! On thine elbow rise, Unhood the eagle of thine eyes, Up from thy leaf-strewn bed!--
Lord Hector!
HECTOR (_coming out from the tent_). [vv. 11-28]
Who goes there? Who cries? A friend? The watchword! . . . By what right Do men come prowling in the night Across my quarters? Come! Speak out.
LEADER.
A picket, Lord.
HECTOR.
In such a rout?
LEADER.
Be not afraid, Lord.
HECTOR.
I am not. Is there an ambush? No? Then what, In God's name, brings you from your post With no clear tale to speak, To spread this turmoil through a host That lies in harness--do ye all Know nothing?--out against the wall And gateways of the Greek?
CHORUS (_various voices confusedly_). [_Strophe._
To arms! To arms, Lord Hector!--Send First where the allied armies lie, Bid them draw sword and make an end Of sleep.--Let someone fly And get the horses' armour on!-- Who goes with me to Panthooes' son?-- Who's for Sarpedon and the Lycians?--None [vv. 29-54] Hath seen the priest go by?-- Ho, Captain of the Runners, ho!-- Ho, Trojans of the horned bow! String, string! For need is nigh.
HECTOR.
Ha, silence there! . . . First words of fear, Then comfort. All an empty swell! It seems the lash of trembling Pan Hath caught you. Speak, if speak ye can. What tidings? Not a word is clear Of the whole tale ye tell.
[_The turmoil subsides, the_ LEADER _comes forward_.
LEADER. [_Antistr._
Great beacons in the Argive line Have burned, my chief, through half the night. The shipyard timbers seemed to shine. Then, clear against the light, Toward Agamemnon's tent the whole Army in tumult seemed to roll, As stirred by some strange voice, shoal after shoal. A night of such discord Was never seen. And we, in dread What such things boded, turned and sped Hither; dost blame us, Lord?
HECTOR (_after a moment of thought_).
No! Welcome, friend, with all thy tale of fear! It shows they mean to fly: they mean to clear Decks in the dark and so delude my sight . . . [vv. 55-78] I like that beacon-burning in the night. O Zeus above, who checked my conquering way, Who baulked the hungry lion of his prey Or ever I could sweep my country clear Of these despoilers, dost thou hate my spear? Had but the sun's bright arrows failed me not, I ne'er had rested till the ships were hot With fire, and through the tents upon the plain This bloody hand had passed and passed again! Myself, I longed to try the battle-cast By night, and use God's vantage to the last, But sage and prophet, learned in the way Of seercraft, bade me wait for dawn of day, And then--leave no Greek living in the land. They wait not, they, for what my prophets planned So sagely. In the dark a runaway Beats a pursuer. Through our whole array Send runners! Bid them shake off sleep and wait Ready with shield and spear. 'Tis not too late To catch them as they climb on board, and slash Their crouching shoulders till the gangways splash With blood, or teach them, fettered leg and arm, To dig the stiff clods of some Trojan farm.
LEADER.
My Prince, thy words run fast. Nor thou nor I Have knowledge yet that the Greeks mean to fly.
HECTOR.
What makes them light their beacons? Tell me, what?
LEADER. [vv. 79-90]
God knows! And, for my part, I like it not.
HECTOR.
What, feared? Thou wouldst be feared of everything!
LEADER.
They never lit such light before, O King.
HECTOR.
They never fled, man, in such wild dismay.
LEADER (_yielding_).
'Twas all thy work.--Judge thou, and we obey.
HECTOR.
My word is simple. Arm and face the foe.
[_A sound of marching without._
LEADER.
Who comes? Aeneas, and in haste, as though Fraught with some sudden tiding of the night.
_Enter_ AENEAS.
AENEAS.
Hector, what means it? Watchers in affright Who gather shouting at thy doors, and then Hold midnight council, shaking all our men?
HECTOR.
To arms, Aeneas! Arm from head to heel!
AENEAS. [vv. 91-109]
What is it? Tidings? Doth the Argive steal Some march, some ambush in the day's eclipse?
HECTOR.
'Tis flight, man! They are marching to the ships.
AENEAS.
How know'st thou?--Have we proof that it is flight?
HECTOR.
They are burning beacon-fires the livelong night. They never mean to wait till dawn. Behind That screen of light they are climbing in the blind Dark to their ships--unmooring from our coast.
AENEAS (_looking toward the distant fires: after a pause_).
God guide them!--Why then do you arm the host?
HECTOR.
I mean to lame them in their climbing, I And my good spear, and break them as they fly. Black shame it were, and folly worse than shame, To let these spoilers go the road they came Unpunished, when God gives them to us here.
AENEAS.
Brother, I would thy wit were like thy spear! But Nature wills not one man should be wise In all things; each must seek his separate prize. And thine is battle pure. There comes this word Of beacons, on the touch thy soul is stirred: [vv. 110-136] "They fly! Out horse and chariots!"--Out withal Past stake and trench, while night hangs like a pall! Say, when we cross that coiling depth of dyke, We find the foe not fled, but turned to strike; One check there, and all hope of good return Is gone. How can our men, returning, learn The tricks of the palisade? The chariots how Keep to the bridges on the trenches' brow, Save with jammed wheels and broken axles? Aye, And say thou conquer: other wars yet lie Before thee. Peleus' son, for all his ire, Will never let thee touch the ships with fire Or pounce on his Greek lambs. The man will bide No wrong and standeth on a tower of pride. Nay, brother, let the army, head on shield, Sleep off its long day's labour in the field: Then, send a spy; find someone who will dare Creep to yon Argive camp. Then, if 'tis clear They mean flight, on and smite them as they fly. Else, if the beacons hide some strategy, The spy will read it out, and we can call A council.--Thus speak I, my general.
CHORUS. [_Strophe._
'Tis good! 'Tis wisdom! Prince, give heed And change the word thy passion gave. No soldier loveth, in his need, The glory of a chief too brave. A spy is best: a spy, to learn For what strange work those beacons burn All night beside the guarded wave.
HECTOR. [vv. 137-157]
Ye all so wish it?--Well, ye conquer me. (_To_ AENEAS) Go thou and calm the allies. There will be Some stir among them, hearing of these high And midnight councils.--I will seek the spy To send to the Greek camp. If there we learn Of some plot hatching, on the man's return I straight will call thee and share counsels. So. But wait attentive. If he says they go Shipward and plan to escape, one trumpet call Shall warn thee, and I wait no more, but fall On camp and hulls, or ever dawn can rise.
AENEAS.
Aye, haste and send him. Now thy plans are wise, And when need comes I am with thee, sword by sword. [_Exit_ AENEAS.
HECTOR (_turning to the Guards and other soldiers_).