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334 Sophocles [585-600]<br />

TECMESSA<br />

O my lord Ajax, what art thou purposing?<br />

AJAX<br />

Question me not. To be discreet is best.<br />

TECMESSA<br />

Ah me, heavy is my heart. Now by thy child,<br />

By the gods, I entreat, forsake us not.<br />

AJAX<br />

Vex me no further. Know'st thou not that I<br />

To the gods owe no duty any more?<br />

Utter no proud words.<br />

Wilt thou not heed?<br />

TECMESSA<br />

AJAX<br />

Speak to those who listen.<br />

TECMESSA<br />

TECMESSA<br />

Yes, through my fears, O king.<br />

AJAX<br />

Too much thou hast spoken already.<br />

AJAX<br />

TECMESSA<br />

For the gods' love, relent.<br />

Close the doors quickly.<br />

AJAX<br />

'Tis a foolish hope,<br />

If thou shouldst now propose to school my mood.<br />

(The doors are closed upon AJAX. TECMESSA goes out with<br />

EURYSACES.)<br />

CHORUS {singing)<br />

O famed Salamis, thou amidst<br />

Breaking surges abidest ever<br />

Blissful, a joy to the eyes of all men.<br />

But I the while long and wearily tarrying<br />

strophe 1

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