Tecmessa
Alas my son,
What yokes of slavery go we now to bear
What eyes shall o'er us keep malignant watch!
Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.
Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.
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952. mvp-comment-617-1 In identifying herself with Ajax, Tecmessa has learnt to speak scornfully of the gods. 'But the gods are to blame for it all.' His protection has indeed been more apparent in her life than theirs has been. Cp. supr. 490, and note.