Teucer
No more, my friends, if one of low-born race
Acts basely, shall I marvel, since the great,
Who glory in their high-traced ancestry,
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Thus merit censure for dishonest speech.
Didst thou not tune thy proem with these words,
(Speak them again) that thou didst bring this man
To Troy, received as an ally to Greece ?
Did he not plough the deep, and join the war
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Lord of himself? Where then thy pow'r o'er him?
What right hast thou as sovereign to command
The warlike troops he led, and was their Chief?
Thou camest the king of Sparta, not our lord.
The law of martial rule gave no command
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To thee o'er him, more than to him o'er thee.
Subjection to superior pow'r is here
Thy duty, not to lead th' associate force
Of Greece, that thou o'er Ajax shou'dst bear sway.
Rule thy own vassals, and with high-swoln vaunts
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Keep them in awe. Forbid it thou, or he
The other chieftain, him with hallow'd rites
I will entomb, nor fear thy empty threats.
Not for thy wife did Ajax join the war,
His was no mercenary spear; his oath
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He held in reverence high, not thee, nor deign'd
To grace the worthless. Take then my resolve,
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Bring all thy heralds, bring th' imperial Chief;
Not for thy clamours will I turn aside.
From my intent. I know thee what thou art.
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