Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. Metamorphoses. More, Brookes, translator. Boston: Cornhill Publishing Co., 1922.
- But when he saw his strength
- was yielding to the multitude, he said,
- “Since you have forced disaster on yourselves,
- why should I hesitate to save myself?—
- O friends, avert your faces if ye stand
- before me!” And he raised Medusa,s head.
- Thescelus answered him; “Seek other dupes
- to chase with wonders!” Just as he prepared
- to hurl the deadly javelin from his hand,
- he stood, unmoving in that attitude,
- a marble statue.
- Ampyx, close to him,
- exulting in a mighty spirit, made
- a lunge to pierce Lyncides in the breast;
- but, as his sword was flashing in the air,
- his right arm grew so rigid, there he stood
- unable to draw back or thrust it forth.
- But Nileus, who had feigned himself begot
- by seven-fold Nile, and carved his shield with gold
- and silver streams, alternate seven, shouted;
- “Look, look! O Perseus, him from whom I sprung!
- And you shall carry to the silent shades
- a mighty consolation in your death,
- that you were slain by such a one as I.”
- But in the midst of boasting, the last words
- were silenced; and his open mouth, although
- incapable of motion, seemed intent
- to utter speech.
- Then Eryx, chiding says;
- “Your craven spirits have benumbed you, not
- Medusa's poison.—Come with me and strike
- this youthful mover of magician charms
- down to the ground.”—He started with a rush;
- the earth detained his steps; it held him fast;
- he could not speak; he stood, complete with arms,
- a statue.
- Such a penalty was theirs,
- and justly earned; but near by there was one,
- aconteus, who defending Perseus, saw
- medusa as he fought; and at the sight
- the soldier hardened to an upright stone.—
- Assured he was alive, Astyages
- now struck him with his long sword, but the blade
- resounded with a ringing note; and there,
- astonished at the sound, Astyages,
- himself, assumed that nature; and remained
- with wonder pictured on his marble face.
- And not to weary with the names of men,
- sprung from the middle classes, there remained
- two hundred warriors eager for the fight—
- as soon as they could see Medusa's face,
- two hundred warriors stiffened into stone.
- At last, repentant, Phineus dreads the war,
- unjust, for in a helpless fright he sees
- the statues standing in strange attitudes;
- and, recognizing his adherents, calls
- on each by name to rescue from that death.
- Still unbelieving he begins to touch
- the bodies, nearest to himself, and all
- are hard stone.
- Having turned his eyes away,
- he stretched his hands and arms obliquely back
- to Perseus, and confessed his wicked deeds;
- and thus imploring spoke;
- “Remove, I pray,
- O Perseus, thou invincible, remove
- from me that dreadful Gorgon: take away
- the stone-creating countenance of thy
- unspeakable Medusa! For we warred
- not out of hatred, nor to gain a throne,
- but clashed our weapons for a woman's sake.—
- “Thy merit proved thy valid claim, and time
- gave argument for mine. It grieves me not
- to yield, O bravest, only give me life,
- and all the rest be thine.” Such words implored
- the craven, never daring to address
- his eyes to whom he spoke.
- And thus returned
- the valiant Perseus; “I will grant to you,
- O timid-hearted Phineus! as behoves
- your conduct; and it should appear a gift,
- magnanimous, to one who fears to move.—
- Take courage, for no steel shall violate
- your carcase; and, moreover, you shall be
- a monument, that ages may record
- your unforgotten name. You shall be seen
- thus always, in the palace where resides
- my father-in-law, that my surrendered spouse
- may soften her great grief when she but sees
- the darling image of her first betrothed.”
- He spoke, and moved Medusa to that side
- where Phineus had turned his trembling face:
- and as he struggled to avert his gaze
- his neck grew stiff; the moisture of his eyes
- was hardened into stone.—And since that day
- his timid face and coward eyes and hands,
- forever shall be guilty as in life.
- After such deeds, victorious Perseus turned,
- and sought the confines of his native land;
- together with his bride; which, having reached,
- he punished Proetus—who by force of arms
- had routed his own brother from the throne
- of Argos. By his aid Acrisius,
- although his undeserving parent, gained
- his citadels once more: for Proetus failed,
- with all his arms and towers unjustly held,
- to quell the grim-eyed monster, snake-begin.
- Yet not the valour of the youth, upheld
- by many labours, nor his grievous wrongs
- have softened you, O Polydectes! king
- of Little Seriphus; but bitter hate
- ungoverned, rankles in your hardened heart—
- there is no limit to your unjust rage.
- Even his praises are defamed by you
- and all your arguments are given to prove
- Medusa's death a fraud.—Perseus rejoined;
- “By this we give our true pledge of the truth,
- avert your eyes!” And by Medusa's face
- he made the features of that impious king
- a bloodless stone.