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Tecmessa； steeped in that wail's agony。
TECMESSA
I am lost； destroyed； made desolate； my friends。
LEADER
What is it？ Speak。
TECMESSA
Ajax； our master； newly slaughtered lies
Yonder； a hidden sword sheathed in his body。
CHORUS （chanting）
Woe for my lost hopes of home！
Woe's me； thou hast slain me； my king；
Me thy shipmate； hapless man！
Woful…souled woman too！
TECMESSA
Since thus it is with him； 'tis mine to wail。
LEADER
By whose hand has he wrought this luckless deed？
TECMESSA
By his own hand； 'tis evident。 This sword
Whereon he fell； planted in earth； convicts him。
CHORUS （chanting）
Woe for my blind folly！ Lone in thy blood thou liest； from
friends'
help afar。
And I the wholly witless； the all unwary；
Forbore to watch thee。 Where； where
Lieth the fatally named； intractable Ajax？
TECMESSA
None must behold him。 I will shroud him wholly
In this enfolding mantle； for no man
Who loved him could endure to see him thus
Through nostrils and through red gash spouting up
The darkened blood from his self…stricken wound。
Ah me； what shall I do？ What friend shall lift thee？
Where is Teucer？ Timely indeed would he now come；
To compose duly his slain brother's corpse。
O hapless Ajax； who wast once so great；
Now even thy foes might dare to mourn thy fall。
CHORUS （chanting）
antistrophe
'Twas fate's will； alas； 'twas fate then for thou
Stubborn of soul at length to work out a dark
Doom of ineffable miseries。 Such the dire
Fury of passionate hate
I heard thee utter fierce of mood
Railing at Atreus' sons
Night by night； day by day。
Verily then it was the sequence of woes
First began； when as the prize of worth
Fatally was proclaimed the golden panoply。
TECMESSA
Alas； woe； woe！
CHORUS （chanting）
A loyal grief pierces thy heart； I know。
TECMESSA
Alas； woe； woe！
CHORUS （chanting）
Woman； I marvel not that thou shouldst wail
And wail again； reft of a friend so dear。
TECMESSA
'Tis thine to surmise； mine to feel； too surely。
CHORUS （chanting）
'Tis even so。
TECMESSA
Ah； my child； to what bondage are we come；
Seeing what cruel taskmasters will be ours。
CHORUS （chanting）
Ah me； at what dost thou hint？
What ruthless； unspeakable wrong
From the Atreidae fearest thou？
But may heaven avert that woe！
TECMESSA
Ne'er had it come to this save by heaven's will。
CHORUS （chanting）
Yes； too great to be borne this heaven…sent burden。
TECMESSA
Yet such the woe which the dread child of Zeus；
Pallas； has gendered for Odysseus' sake。
CHORUS （chanting）
Doubtless the much…enduring hero in his dark spy's soul exults
mockingly；
And laughs with mighty laughter at these agonies
Of a frenzied spirit。 Shame！ Shame！
Sharers in glee at the tale are the royal Atreidae。
TECMESSA
Well； let them mock and glory in his ruin。
Perchance； though while he lived they wished not for him；
They yet shall wail him dead； when the spear fails them。
Men of ill judgment oft ignore the good
That lies within their hands； till they have lost it。
More to their grief he died than to their joy；
And to his own content。 All his desire
He now has won； that death for which he longed。
Why then should they deride him？ 'Tis the gods
Must answer for his death； not these men； no。
Then let Odysseus mock him with empty taunts。
Ajax is no more with them； but has gone；
Leaving to me despair and lamentation。
TEUCER （from without）
Alas； woe； woe！
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Keep silence！ Is it Teucer's voice I hear
Lifting a dirge over this tragic sight？
（TEUCER enters。）
TEUCER
O brother Ajax； to mine eyes most dear；
Can it be thou hast fared as rumour tells？
LEADER
Yes； he is dead； Teucer： of that be sure。
TEUCER
Alas； how then can I endure my fate！
LEADER
Since thus it is。。。
TEUCER
O wretched； wretched me！
LEADER
Thou hast cause to moan。
TEUCER
O swift and cruel woe！
LEADER
Too cruel； Teucer！
TEUCER
Woe is me！ But say…
His child…where shall I find him？ Tell me where。
LEADER
Alone within the tent。
TEUCER （to TECMESSA）
Then with all speed
Go； bring him thither； lest some foe should snatch him
Like a whelp from a lioness bereaved。
Away！ See it done quickly！ All men are wont
To insult over the dead； once they lie low。
（TECMESSA departs。）
LEADER
Yes； Teucer； while he lived； did he not charge thee
To guard his son from harm； as now thou dost？
TEUCER
O sight most grievous to me of all sights
That ever I have looked on with my eyes！
And hatefullest of all paths to my soul
This path that now has led me to thy side；
O dearest Ajax； when I heard thy fate；
While seeking thee I tracked thy footsteps out。
For a swift rumour； as from some god； ran
Through the Greek host that thou wast dead and gone。
While yet far off I heard it； and groaned deep
In anguish； now I see； and my life dies。
Ay me！
Uncover。 Let me behold woe's very worst。
（The cover is lifted from the body。）
O ghastly sight！ victim of ruthless courage！
What miseries hast thou dying sown for me！
Whither； among what people； shall I go；
Who in thy troubles failed to give thee succour？
Oh doubtless Telamon； thy sire and mine；
With kind and gracious face is like to greet me；
Returned without thee： how else？…he who is wont
Even at good news to smile none the sweeter。
What will he keep back？ What taunt not hurl forth
Against the bastard of a spear…won slave；
Him who through craven cowardice betrayed
Thee； beloved Ajax…or by guile； that so
I might inherit thy kingdom and thy house。
So will he speak； a passionate man； grown peevish
In old age； quick to wrath without a cause。
Then shall I be cast off； a banished man；
Proclaimed no more a freeman but a slave。
Such is the home that waits me； while at Troy
My foes are many； my well…wishers few。
All this will be my portion through thy death。
Ah me； what shall I do？ How draw thee； brother；
From this fell sword； on whose bright murderous point
Thou hast breathed out thy soul？ See how at last
Hector； though dead； was fated to destroy thee！
Consider； I pray； the doom of these two men。
Hector； with that same girdle Ajax gave him
Was lashed fast to Achilles' chariot rail
And mangled till he had gasped forth his life。
And 'twas from him that Ajax had this gift；
The blade by which he perished and lies dead。
Was it not some Erinys forged this sword；
And Hades the grim craftsman wrought that girdle？
I at least would maintain that the gods plan
These things and all things ever for mankind。
But whosoever's judgment likes not this；
Let him uphold his doctrine as I mine。
LEADER
Speak no more； but take counsel how to inter
Our dear lord； and what now it were best to say：
For 'tis a foe I see。 Perchance he comes
To mock our misery； villain that he is。
TEUCER
What chieftain of the host do you behold？
LEADER
Menelaus； for whose sake we voyaged hither。
TEUCER
'Tis he。 I know him well； now he is near。
（MENELAUS enters with his retinue。）
MENELAUS
You； Sir； I warn you； raise
