Chorus
A trial of this great discord will soon come about. But you, Teucer, with all the speed you can muster,
be quick to seek a hollow grave for Ajax, where he shall establish his dank tomb, a constant memorial for mortals.
1165
Teucer
And now just in time his son and his wife approach
to arrange the burial of the pitiable corpse. Come here, nephew. Take your place near him, and grasp in supplication your father, your begetter. Kneel and pray for help, with locks of hair in your hand from me, her, and thirdly you;
1170
they are the suppliant’s only resource. But if any soldier from the army should tear you by violence from this body, then for his wickedness may he be wickedly cast out of his country and get no burial, but be severed at the root with all his race, just as I shear this lock.
1175
Take it, Nephew, and keep it safe. Let no one move you, but kneel there and cling to the dead.
And you there, do not stand idly by like women, not men. Help defend us until I return, when I have seen to a grave for him, though all the world forbids it.
1180
Exit Teucer.
And you there, do not stand idly by like women, not men. Help defend us until I return, when I have seen to a grave for him, though all the world forbids it.
Ajax. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1893.
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