Ajax
Do you see the bold, the strong of heart,
the dauntless in battles with the enemy—do you see me now, terrible in the force of my hands against beasts unformidable? Oh, the mockery! How I have been violated!
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Tecmessa
Ajax, my lord, I beg you, do not talk this way!
Ajax
Away with you! Will you not take yourself outside!
Ah, me! Ah, me!
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Chorus
By the gods I plead, give way and acquire good sense!
Ajax
My rotten fortune!—I let slip from my grasp those men who were begging for punishment,
and fell instead on cattle with twisted horns and fine goats, making their dark blood flow!
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Ajax. Sophocles. Richard Jebb (Translator). Cambridge. 1893.
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