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BULFINCH'S MYTHOLOGY
THE AGE OF FABLE
OR STORIES OF GODS AND HEROES
by Thomas Bulfinch
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CHAPTER XV
THE GRAEAE AND THE GORGONS PERSEUS AND MEDUSA ATLAS ANDROMEDA
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THE GRAEAE AND THE GORGONS
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THE Graeae were three sisters who were gray-haired from their birth,
whence their name. The Gorgons were monstrous females with huge
teeth like those of swine, brazen claws, and snaky hair. None of these
beings make much figure in mythology except Medusa, the Gorgon,
whose story we shall next advert to. We mention them chiefly to
introduce an ingenious theory of some modern writers, namely, that the
Gorgons and Graeae were only personifications of the terrors of the
sea, the former denoting the strong billows of the wide open main, and
the latter the white-crested waves that dash against the rocks of
the coast. Their names in Greek signify the above epithets.
[see also: The Gorgon Medusa]
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PERSEUS AND MEDUSA |
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Perseus was the son of Jupiter (Zeus) and Danae. His grandfather
Acrisius, alarmed by an oracle which had told him that his
daughter's child would be the instrument of his death, caused the
mother and child to be shut up in a chest and set adrift on the sea. |
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The chest floated towards Seriphus, where it was found by a
fisherman who conveyed the mother and infant to Polydectes, the king
of the country, by whom they were treated with kindness.
When Perseus was grown up Polydectes sent him to attempt the conquest of
Medusa, a terrible monster who had laid waste the country.
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She was
once a beautiful maiden whose hair was her chief glory but as she dared to vie in beauty with Minerva (Athena),
the goddess deprived her of her
charms and changed her beautiful ringlets into hissing serpents.
She became a cruel monster of so frightful an aspect that no living
thing could behold her without being turned into stone. All around the
cavern where she dwelt might be seen the stony figures of men and
animals which had chanced to catch a glimpse of her and had been
petrified with the sight.
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Perseus, favoured by Minerva and Mercury (Hermes), the former of whom lent him her shield and the latter his winged
shoes, approached Medusa while she slept and taking care not to look
directly at her, but guided by her image reflected in the bright
shield which he bore, he cut off her head and gave it to Minerva,
who fixed it in the middle of her AEgis.
[see image and commentary: Danae Receiving the Golden Rain - painting by Tiziano Vecellio (Titian)]
[see image: 126K - The Arming of Perseus - painting by Edward Coley Burne-Jones]
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Milton, in his
"Comus," thus alludes to the AEgis:
"What thus snaky-headed Gorgon-shield
That wise Minerva wore, unconquered virgin,
Wherewith she freezed her foes to congealed stone,
But rigid looks of chaste austerity,
And noble grace that dashed brute violence
With sudden adoration and blank awe!"
Armstrong, the poet of the "Art of Preserving Health," thus
describes the effect of frost upon the waters:
"Now blows the surly North and chills throughout
The stiffening regions, while by stronger charms
Than Circe e'er or fell Medea brewed,
Each brook that wont to prattle to its banks
Lies all bestilled and wedged betwixt its banks,
Nor moves the withered reeds...
The surges baited by the fierce North-east,
Tossing with fretful spleen their angry heads,
E'en in the foam of all their madness struck
To monumental ice.
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Such execution,
So stern, so sudden, wrought the grisly aspect
Of terrible Medusa,
When wandering through the woods she turned to stone
Their savage tenants; just as the foaming Lion
Sprang furious on his prey, her speedier power
Outran his haste,
And fixed in that fierce attitude he stands
Like Rage in marble!"
- Imitations of Shakespeare.
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PERSEUS AND ATLAS
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After the slaughter of Medusa, Perseus, bearing with him the head of
the Gorgon, flew far and wide, over land and sea. As night came on, he
reached the western limit of the earth, where the sun goes down.
Here he would gladly have rested till morning. It was the realm of
King Atlas, whose bulk surpassed that of all other men. He was rich
in flocks and herds and had no neighbour or rival to dispute his
state. But his chief pride was in his gardens whose fruit was of gold,
hanging from golden branches, half hid with golden leaves. Perseus
said to him, "I come as a guest. If you honour illustrious descent,
I claim Jupiter for my father; if mighty deeds, I plead the conquest
of the Gorgon. I seek rest and food." But Atlas remembered that an
ancient prophecy had warned him that a son of Jove should one day
rob him of His golden apples. So he answered, "Begone! or neither your
false claims of glory nor parentage shall protect you;" and he
attempted to thrust him out. Perseus, finding the giant too strong for
him, said, "Since you value my friendship so little, deign to accept a
present;" and turning his face away, he held up the Gorgon's head.
Atlas, with all his bulk, was changed into stone. His beard and hair
became forests, his arms and shoulders cliffs, his head a summit,
and his bones rocks. Each part increased in bulk till be became a
mountain, and (such was the pleasure of the gods) heaven with all
its stars rests upon his shoulders. |
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THE SEA-MONSTER
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Perseus, continuing his flight, arrived at the country of the
AEthiopians, of which Cepheus was king. Cassiopeia his queen, proud of
her beauty, had dared to compare herself to the Sea-nymphs, which
roused their indignation to such a degree that they sent a
prodigious sea-monster to ravage the coast. To appease the deities,
Cepheus was directed by the oracle to expose his daughter Andromeda to
be devoured by the monster.
As Perseus looked down from his aerial
height he beheld the virgin chained to a rock, and waiting the
approach of the serpent. She was so pale and motionless that if it had
not been for her flowing tears and her hair that moved in the
breeze, he would have taken her for a marble statue. He was so
startled at the sight that he almost forgot to wave his wings. As he
hovered over her he said, "O virgin, undeserving of those chains,
but rather of such as bind fond lovers together, tell me, I beseech
you, your name, and the name of your country, and why you are thus
bound." At first she was silent from modesty, and, if she could, would
have hid her face with her hands; but when he repeated his
questions, for fear she might be thought guilty of some fault which
she dared not tell, she disclosed her name And that of her country,
and her mother's pride of beauty. Before she had done speaking, a
sound was heard off upon the water, and the sea-monster appeared, with
his head raised above the surface, cleaving the waves with his broad
breast. The virgin shrieked, the father and mother who had now arrived
at the scene, wretched both, but the mother more justly so, stood
by, not able to afford protection, but only to pour forth lamentations
and to embrace the victim. Then spoke Perseus; "There will be time
enough for tears; this hour is all we have for rescue. My rank as
the son of Jove and my renown as the slayer of the Gorgon might make
me acceptable as a suitor; but I will try to win her by services
rendered, if the gods will only be propitious. If she be rescued by my
valour, I demand that she be my reward." The parents consent (how
could they hesitate?) and promise a royal dowry with her.
[see image: 43K - Perseus Hastening to Rescue Andromeda - painting by Fredrick, Lord Leighton]
[see image: 137K - The Rock of Doom - painting by Edward Coley Burne-Jones]
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ºÎ¸ð´Â Áï½Ã ½Â³«ÇÏ¿´´Ù(¾îÂî ½Â³«À» ÁÖÀúÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖÀ¸·ª). ±×¸®°í µþ°ú ´õºÒ¾î ±× ¿Õ±¹À» ÁöÂü±ÝÀ¸·Î ÁÙ °ÍÀ» ¾à¼ÓÇß´Ù. |
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And now the monster was within the range of a stone thrown by a
skilful slinger, when with a sudden bound the youth soared into the
air. |
ÀÌÁ¨ ¹Ù´ÙÀÇ °í¹°Àº, Åõ¼®(Åõ¼®)ÀÇ ¸íÀÎÀ̶ó¸é, ±× ´øÁø µ¹ÀÌ ´êÀ» °÷±îÁö Á¢±ÙÇØ ¿Ô´Ù. ±×¶§ ÀþÀºÀÌ´Â °©Àڱ⠴ëÁö¸¦ ¹ÚÇϰí ÇϴóôÀÌ Ä¡¼Ú¾Ò´Ù. |
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As an eagle, when from his lofty flight he sees a serpent basking
in the sun, pounces upon him and seizes him by the neck to prevent him
from turning his head round and using his fangs, so the youth darted
down upon the back of the monster and plunged his sword into its
shoulder. Irritated by the wound, the monster raised himself into the air, then plunged into the depth; then, like a wild boar
surrounded by a pack of barking dogs, turned swiftly from side to
side, while the youth eluded its attacks by means of his wings.Wherever he can find a passage for his sword between the scales he
makes a wound, piercing now the side, now the flank, as it slopes
towards the tail. |
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³ôÀÌ ³¯´Ù°¡ ÇÞºµÀ» ÂØ°í ÀÖ´Â ¹ìÀ» º» µ¶¼ö¸®°¡ ¹ì¿¡°Ô ´ýºµé¾î ±× ¸ñÀ» Àâ¾Æ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ µµ·Á ±× µ¶¾Æ(µ¶¾Æ)ÀÇ »ç¿ëÀ» ¸·´Â °Í°úµµ °°ÀÌ, ÀþÀºÀÌ´Â ±«¹°ÀÇ µî¿¡ µ¹ÁøÇÏ¿© ±×ÀÇ ¾î±ú¸¦ Ä®·Î Âñ·¶´Ù. ºÎ»óÀ» ÀÔÀº µ¥ ³ëÇÏ¿© ±«¹°Àº °øÁßÀ¸·Î ¸öÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Ä×´Ù°¡ ¹Ù´Ù ¼ÓÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¬´Ù. ±×¸®°í ¢¾î´ë´Â ÇÑ ¹«¸®ÀÇ °³¿¡°Ô µÑ·¯½ÎÀÎ »êµÅÁö¿Í °°ÀÌ Àçºü¸£°Ô Á¿ì·Î ¸öÀ» ³¯¸®¸ç µ¹ÁøÇØ ¿Ô´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ÀþÀºÀÌ ÂÊÀº ³¯°³·Î ±«¹°ÀÇ °ø°ÝÀ» ÇÇÇß´Ù. ±×¸®°í ºñ´Â »çÀÌ¿¡ Ä®ÀÌ µé¾î°¥ °÷¸¸ ¹ß°ßÇÏ¸é ¿·±¸¸®·ÎºÎÅÍ ²¿¸®·Î ³»·Á°¡¸é¼ À̰÷Àú°÷À» Âñ·¯ »óó¸¦ ³Â´Ù. |
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The brute spouts from his nostrils water mixed
with blood. The wings of the hero are wet with it, and he dares no
longer trust to them. Alighting on a rock which rose above the
waves, and holding on by a projecting fragment, as the monster floated
near he gave him a death stroke. The people who had gathered on the
shore shouted so that the hills reechoed with the sound. The
parents, transported with joy, embraced their future son-in-law,
calling him their deliverer and the saviour of their house, and the
virgin, both cause and reward of the contest, descended from the rock.
[see image: 146K - The Baleful Head - painting by Edward Coley Burne-Jones]
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±«¹°Àº Ä౸¸ÛÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ Çǰ¡ ¼¯ÀÎ ¹Ù´å¹°À» ³»»Õ¾ú´Ù. Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½ºÀÇ ³¯°³´Â ±× Ç͹°¿¡ Á¥¾ú´Ù. ±×·¡¼ ÀÌÁ¦´Â ³¯°³¿¡ ÀÇ·ÚÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Ù. ¹°°á À§¿¡ ¼Ú¾Æ ÀÖ´Â ¹ÙÀ§ À§¿¡ ³»·Á¿Í¼ µ¹ÃâÇÑ ¹ÙÀ§¿¡ ¸öÀ» ÀÇÁöÇÏ°í ±«¹°ÀÌ °¡±îÀÌ ¶°¿ÔÀ» ¶§, ÃÖÈÄÀÇ ÀϰÝÀ» °¡Çß´Ù.
ÇØ¾È¿¡ ¸ð¿© ÀÖ´ø ±ºÁßÀÇ È¯¼ºÀ¸·Î »êÀÌ ¿ï·È´Ù. ºÎ¸ð´Â ±â»µ¼ ¾î¿ ÁÙ ¸ð¸£°í, ±×µéÀÇ Àå·¡ »çÀ§¸¦ Æ÷¿ËÇÏ¸é¼ ±¸¼¼ÁÖ¶ó°í ºÒ·¶´Ù. ±×¸®°í ÀÌ ÅõÀïÀÇ ¿øÀÎÀÌ¿ä º¸¼öÀΠó³à´Â ¹ÙÀ§·ÎºÎÅÍ ³»·Á¿Ô´Ù. |
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Cassiopeia was an AEthiopian, and consequently, in spite of her
boasted beauty, black; at least so Milton seems to have thought, |
Ä«½Ã¿ÀÆäÀ̾ƴ ¾ÆÀ̵ð¿ÀÇÇ¾Æ »ç¶÷À̾ú´Ù. ±×·¯¹Ç·Î ±× ÀÚ¶û½º·¯¿î ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿ò¿¡µµ ºÒ±¸ÇÏ°í ±×³à´Â ÈæÀÎÀ̾ú´Ù. Àû¾îµµ ¹ÐÅÏÀº ±×·¸°Ô »ý°¢Çϰí ÀÖ¾ú´ø °Í °°´Ù. |
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who
alludes to this story in his "Penseroso," where he addresses
Melancholy as the
"...goddess, sage and holy,
Whose saintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human sight,
And, therefore, to our weaker view,
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue.
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem.
Or that starred AEthiop queen that strove
To set her beauty's praise above
The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended."
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Cassiopeia is called "the starred AEthiop, queen" because after
her death she was placed among the stars, forming the constellation of that name. Though she attained this honour, yet the Sea-Nymphs, her
old enemies, prevailed so far as to cause her to be placed in that
part of the heaven near the pole, where every night she is half the
time held with her head downward, to give her a lesson of humility.
Memnon was an AEthiopian prince, of whom we shall tell in a future
chapter. |
¿©±â¼ Ä«½Ã¿ÀÆäÀ̾ư¡ <º°·Î º¯ÇÑ ¾ÆÀ̵ð¿ÀÇǾÆÀÇ ¿©¿Õ>À̶ó ºÒ¸®°í ÀÖ´Â °ÍÀº ±×³à°¡ Á×Àº µÚ¿¡ º° »çÀÌ¿¡ ³õ¿©Á® ÀÌ À̸§ÀÇ ¼ºÁ°¡ µÈ ¶§¹®ÀÌ´Ù. ±×³à´Â ÀÌ·¯ÇÑ ¸í¿¹¸¦ ¾ò¾úÁö¸¸ ±×·¡µµ ±×³àÀÇ ¿¾ Àû(Àû)ÀÎ ¹Ù´ÙÀÇ ´ÔÆäµéÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¿ì¼¼¸¦ º¸¿© ±×³à¸¦ ºÏ±Ø¿¡ °¡±î¿î ÇÏ´ÃÀÇ Áö±ÝÀÇ À§Ä¡¿¡ ³õ°í °Å±â¼ ¸ÅÀÏ ¹ã, ±× Àý¹ÝÀ» ±×³à¿¡°Ô ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ¼÷ÀÌ°í °â¼ÕÀ» ¹è¿ìµµ·Ï Çϰí ÀÖ´Ù.
¸â³íÀº ¾ÆÀ̵ð¿ÀÇǾÆÀÇ ¿ÕÀÚ¿´´Âµ¥ ±×¿¡ ´ëÇØ¼´Â ¶Ç µÞÀå¿¡¼ À̾߱âÇϵµ·Ï ÇÏÀÚ. |
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THE WEDDING FEAST
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The joyful parents, with Perseus and Andromeda, repaired to the
palace, where a banquet was spread for them, and all was joy and
festivity. But suddenly a noise was heard of warlike clamour, and
Phineus, the betrothed of the virgin, with a party of his adherents,
burst in, demanding the maiden as his own. It was in vain that Cepheus
remonstrated- "You should have claimed her when she lay bound to the
rock, the monster's victim. The sentence of the gods dooming her to
such a fate dissolved all engagements, as death itself would have
done." Phineus made no reply, but hurled his javelin at Perseus, but
it missed its mark and fell harmless. Perseus would have thrown his in
turn, but the cowardly assailant ran and took shelter behind the
altar. But his act was a signal for an onset by his hand upon the
guests of Cepheus. They defended themselves and a general conflict
ensued, the old king retreating from the scene after fruitless
expostulations, calling the gods to witness that he was guiltless of
this outrage on the rights of hospitality. |
±â»Ý¿¡ ³ÑÄ£ ºÎ¸ð´Â Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½º¿Í ¾Èµå·Î¸Þ´Ù¸¦ µ¥¸®°í ±ÃÀüÀ¸·Î µ¹¾Æ¿Ô´Ù. ±×°÷¿¡¼´Â ÀÜÄ¡°¡ ¿¸®°í ¸ðµÎ ±â»Ý°ú ÃàÁ¦ÀÇ ±â»ÝÀ¸·Î Ãæ¸¸Çß´Ù. ±×·±µ¥ °©Àڱ⠶°µé½âÇÑ ¼Ò¸®°¡ ³ª´õ´Ï ¾Èµå¸Þ´ÙÀÇ ¾àÈ¥ÀÚ¿´´ø Çdz׿콺°¡ ±× ºÎÇÏ ÀÏ´ç°ú ´õºÒ¾î ¶Ù¾îµé¾î¿Í¼ ó³à´Â ÀÚ±âÀÇ °ÍÀ̶ó°í Àڱ⿡°Ô ÁÙ °ÍÀ» ¿ä±¸Çß´Ù.
ÄÉÆä¿ì½º´Â ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»Çß´Ù.
"ÀÚ³×´Â ³» µþÀÌ ±«¹°ÀÇ Á¦¹°·Î¼ ¹ÙÀ§¿¡ °á¹ÚµÇ¾úÀ» ¶§ ¿ä±¸Çß¾î¾ß Çß´Ù. ³» µþÀÌ ÀÌ¿Í °°Àº ¿î¸íÀ» ¹Þµµ·Ï ½ÅµéÀÌ ¼±¾ðÇÏ¿´À» ¶§ ¸ðµç ¾à¼ÓÀº ÇØ¼ÒµÈ °ÍÀÌ´Ù. Á×À½¿¡ ÀÇÇÏ¿© ¸ðµç ¾à¼ÓÀÌ ÇØ¼ÒµÈ ¹Ù¿Í °°ÀÌ."
Çdz׿콺´Â ¾Æ¹« ´ë´äµµ ÇÏÁö ¾Ê°í °©ÀÚ±â Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½º¿¡°Ô âÀ» ´øÁ³´Ù. ±×·¯³ª âÀº ºø³ª°¡ ¶¥¿¡ ¶³¾îÁ³´Ù. Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½ºµµ ÀÚ±âÀÇ Ã¢À» ´øÁö·Á Çß´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ºñ°ÌÇÑ °ø°ÝÀÚ´Â ±ÞÈ÷ µµ¸ÁÃļ Á¦´Ü µÚ¿¡ ¼û¾ú´Ù. ±×¸®°í ±×ÀÇ ÇൿÀ» ½ÅÈ£·Î ÇÏ¿© ÀÏ´çµéÀº ÄÉÆä¿ì½ºÀÇ ¼Õ´Ôµé¿¡°Ô °ø°ÝÀ» °¡Çϱ⠽ÃÀÛÇÏ¿´°í ¼Õ´ÔµéÀº °¢±â ÀÚ½ÅÀ» º¸È£Çϱâ À§ÇØ ¹«±â¸¦ µé¾ú´Ù. ¸¶Ä§³» ´ë³Åõ°¡ ¹ú¾îÁø °ÍÀÌ´Ù. ´ÄÀº¿ÕÀº ¸»·ÈÀ¸³ª, È¿°ú°¡ ¾ø¾î ÇöÀåÀ¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ¹°·¯³ª¿Í ÀÌ·¸°Ô µÈ °ÍÀº ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ Ã¥ÀÓÀÌ ¾Æ´ÔÀ» ±Á¾î »ìÇǽöó°í ½Åµé¿¡°Ô È£¼ÒÇß´Ù. |
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Perseus and his friends maintained for some time the unequal
contest; but the numbers of the assailants were too great for them,
and destruction seemed inevitable, when a sudden thought struck
Perseus,- "I will make my enemy defend me."
Then with a loud voice
he exclaimed, "If I have any friend here let him turn away his
eyes!" and held aloft the Gorgon's head. "Seek not to frighten us with your
jugglery," said Thescelus, and raised his javelin in
the act to throw, and became stone in the very attitude. Ampyx was about to
plunge his sword into the body of a prostrate foe, but his arm
stiffened and he could neither thrust forward nor withdraw it. |
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"±×·± ¿ä¼úÀ» °¡Áö°í ´©±¸¸¦ À§ÇùÇÏ·Á°í
ÇÏ´À³Ä?" °í ¿ÜÄ¡¸é¼ Å×½ºÄ̷νº´Â âÀ»
´øÁö·Á°í Ã߰ܵé¾ú´Ù. ±×·¯ÀÚ ±× ÀÚ¼¼ ±×´ë·Î
µ¹·Î º¯ÇØ ¹ö·È´Ù. ¾ÏÇȽº´Â ¾þµå¸° ÀûÀÌ ¸öÀ» Ä®·Î Â·Á°í ÇÏ¿´´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ±×ÀÇ ÆÈÀº ±»¾î¹ö·Á ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ´õ ³»¹Ð ¼öµµ ¾ø°í ¿òÃ÷·Á µéÀÏ ¼öµµ ¾ø¾ú´Ù. |
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Another, in the midst of a vociferous challenge, stopped, his mouth
open, but no sound issuing. One of Perseus's friends, Aconteus, caught
sight of the Gorgon and stiffened like the rest. Astyages struck him
with his sword, but instead of wounding, it recoiled with a ringing
noise.
Phineus beheld this dreadful result of his unjust aggression, and
felt confounded. He called aloud to his friends, but got no answer; he
touched them and found them stone. Falling on his knees and stretching
out his hands to Perseus, but turning his head away, he begged for
mercy. "Take all," said he, "give me but my life." "Base coward," said
Perseus, "thus much I will grant you; no weapon shall touch you;
moreover, you shall be preserved in my house as a memorial of these
events." So saying, he held the Gorgon's head to the side where
Phineus was looking, and in the very form which he knelt, with his
hands outstretched and face averted, he became fixed immovably, a mass
of stone!
[Library
of Apollodorus: Perseus]
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Çdz׿콺´Â ±×ÀÇ ºÎ´çÇÑ ½ÃºñÀÇ ÀÌ ¹«¼¿î °á°ú¸¦ º¸°í ´çȲÇß´Ù. ±×´Â ±× Ä£±¸µéÀ» ¼Ò¸®³ôÀÌ ºÒ·¶´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ¾Æ¹«µµ ´ë´äÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ¾ø¾ú´Ù. ±×´Â ±×µé¿¡°Ô ¼ÕÀ» ´ëº¸¾Ò´Ù. ¸ðµÎ µ¹ÀÌ µÇ¾î ÀÖ¾ú´Ù. ±×´Â ¾ó±¼À» µ¹¸° ä ¹«¸À» ²Ý°í Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½º¿¡°Ô ¿ë¼¸¦ ºô¾ú´Ù.
"¸ðµç °ÍÀ» ´Ù »©¾Ñ¾Æµµ ÁÁ½À´Ï´Ù. ±×·¯³ª ³ªÀÇ »ý¸í¸¸Àº ³²°Ü ÁֽʽÿÀ."
Æä¸£¼¼¿ì½º´Â ¸»Çß´Ù.
"ºñ°ÌÇÑ ÀÚ¿©, ³ª´Â ³Ê¸¦ ¹«±â·Î½á Á×ÀÌÁö´Â ¾Ê°Ú´Ù. »Ó¸¸ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó ³Ê´Â ÀÌ »ç°ÇÀÇ ±â³äÀ¸·Î ³ªÀÇ Áý¿¡ º¸°üµÉ °ÍÀÌ´Ù."
ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸»ÇÏ¸é¼ ±×´Â °í¸£°ïÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ Çdz׿콺°¡ ¹Ù¶óº¸°í ÀÖ´Â ÂÊÀ¸·Î µ¹·È´Ù. ±×·¯ÀÚ Çdz׿콺´Â ¹«¸À» ²Ý°í ¼ÕÀ» »¸Ä¡°í ¾ó±¼À» µ¹¸° ÇüÅ·ΠºÎµ¿(ºÎµ¿)ÀÇ Ä¿´Ù¶õ µ¹µ¢¾î¸®°¡ µÇ¾ú´Ù." |
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The following allusion to Perseus is from Milman's "Samor":
"As 'mid the fabled Libyan bridal stood
Perseus in stern tranquillity of wrath,
Half stood, half floated on his ankle-plumes
Out-swelling, while the bright face on his shield
Looked into stone the raging fray; so rose,
But with no magic arms, wearing alone
Th' appalling and control of his firm look,
The Briton Samor; at his rising awe
Went abroad, and the riotous hall was mute."
[see images: - The Story of Perseus - series of six paintings by Edward Coley Burne-Jones]
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