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The "Father of Tragedy," Aeschylus was born in 525 B.C. in the city of Eleusis. Immersed early in the mystic rites of the city and in the worship of the Mother and Earth goddess Demeter, he was once sent as a child to watch grapes ripening in the countryside. According to Aeschylus, when he dozed off, Dionysus appeared to him in a dream and ordered him to write tragedies. The obedient young Aeschylus began a tragedy the next morning and "succeeded very easily."
When Aeschylus first began writing, the theatre had only just begun to evolve. Plays were little more than animated oratorios or choral poetry supplemented with expressive dance. A chorus danced and ... more »
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''Like a bad doctor who has fallen down sick you are cast down, and cannot find what sort of drugs would cure your ailment.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 473.
''Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 309.
''Champing against the bit as a new-yoked colt, you struggle and fight against the reins.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 1009.
''A dreamlike feebleness by which the blind race of man is hampered.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 548.
''For somehow this disease inheres in tyranny, never to trust one's friends.''Aeschylus (525-456 B.C.), Greek tragedian. Prometheus Bound, l. 224.
The Appointed Time
Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast,
He dieth not, unless the appointed time,
The limit of his life's span, coincide;
Nor does the man who by the hearth at home
Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.