Menelaus
TEUS.
Erewhile I saw a man of doughty tongue
Rating the mariners to hoist their sails,
While a storm threaten'd: but when danger rose,
Howling amidst the tempest, not a word
From that bold tongue was heard; wrapt in his cloke
He lay, and suffer'd every sailor's foot
At will to trample on him. So the force...
Of an impetuous tempest bursting black
From a small cloud may in a moment check
Thee, and thy boisterous tongue, and all thy noise.
And I once saw a man, with folly fraught
Insulting those around him when oppress'd
With ills. A man resembling me, and warm
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With my free spirit, saw him, and rebuked
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With words like these, Vain mortal to the dead
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Offer no wrong; else, be assured, that wrong
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Shall be repaid with vengeance. Thus he warn'd
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The futile wretch. Methinks I see him: thou
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Art he, no other. Speak I riddles now?::
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Ill it becomes me to rebuke with words
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One whom my pow'r can force. I leave thee now.
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TRUC. Go, get thee hence: to me it were a shame
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To listen to a slight man's senseless words.
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Ajax. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.