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Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 1185 (search)
Chorus Which will be the last year? When will the sum of the years of our many wanderings stop bringing upon me the unending doom of toilful spear-battlesthroughout broad Troy, the cause of sorrow and of shame for Greece?
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 1199 (search)
ChorusNo delight in garlandsor deep wine-cups did that man provide me, no sweet din of flutes, that miserable man, or pleasing rest in the night.And from love—god!—from love he has totally barred me. Here I lie uncared for, while heavy dews constantly wet my hair,damp reminders of joyless Troy
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 1316 (search)
n spite of me. Odysseus Then may a friend speak the truth, and still remain your helpmate no less than before? Agamemnon Speak. Otherwise I would be less than sane, since I count you my greatest friend among all the Greeks. Odysseus Listen, then. In the name of the gods, do not let yourself so ruthlessly cast this man out unburied. Do not in any way let the violence of your hatred overcome youso much that you trample justice under foot. To me, too, this man was once the most hostile enemy in the army from the day on which I beat him for possession of Achilles' arms. Yet for all that he was hostile towards me, I would not dishonor him in return or refuse to admitthat in all our Greek force at Troy he was, in my view, the best and bravest, excepting Achilles. It would not be just, then, that he should be dishonored by you. It is not he, but the laws given by the gods that you would damage. When a good man is dead, there is no justicein doing him harm, not even if you hate him.
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 412 (search)
Ajax Ah! You paths of the sounding sea, you tidal caves and wooded pastures by the shore, long, long, too long indeedhave you detained me here at Troy. But no more will you hold me, no more so long as I have the breath of life. Of that much let sane men be sure. O neighboring streams of Scamander,kindly to the Greeks, no more shall you look on Ajax, whose equal in the army—here I will boast—Troy has never seen come from the land of Hellas. But now deprived of honor I lie low here in the dujax Ah! You paths of the sounding sea, you tidal caves and wooded pastures by the shore, long, long, too long indeedhave you detained me here at Troy. But no more will you hold me, no more so long as I have the breath of life. Of that much let sane men be sure. O neighboring streams of Scamander,kindly to the Greeks, no more shall you look on Ajax, whose equal in the army—here I will boast—Troy has never seen come from the land of Hellas. But now deprived of honor I lie low here in t
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 430 (search)
the harsh troubles with which I have met. Look, I am one whose father'sprowess won him the fairest prize of all the army, whose father brought every glory home from this same land of Ida; but I, his son, who came after him to this same ground of Troy with no less might and proved the service of my hand in no meaner deeds,I am ruined as you see by dishonor from the Greeks. And yet of this much I feel sure: if Achilles lived, and had been called to award the first place in valor to any claimant to have escaped me—not that I wanted their escape. But if a god sends harm, it is true that even the base man can elude the worthier. And now what shall I do, when I am plainly hated by the gods, abhorred by the Greek forces and detested by all Troy and all these plains?Shall I leave my station at the ships and the Atreidae to their own devices in order to go home across the Aegean? And how shall I face my father Telamon, when I arrive? How will he bear to look on me, when I stand before hi
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 815 (search)
ed in the way that will cut most deeply—if I have the leisure for even this much reflection. First, it is the gift of Hector, that enemy-friend who was most hateful to me and most hostile to my sight; next, it is fixed in enemy soil, the land of Troy,newly-whetted on the iron-devouring stone; and finally I have planted it with scrupulous care, so that it should prove most kind to me by a speedy death. Yes, we are well equipped. And so, O Zeus, be the first to aid me, as is proper.It is no lad there address you. But you, beam of the present bright day, I salute you and the Sun in his chariot for the last time and never again. O light! O sacred soilof my own Salamis, firm seat of my father's hearth! O famous Athens, and your race kindred to mine! And you, springs and rivers of this land—and you plains of Troy I salute you also—farewell, you who have nurtured me! This is the last word that Ajax speaks to you.The rest he will tell to the shades in Hades.Ajax falls upon his
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 961 (search)
oice of Teucer striking a note that points to this disaster. Enter Teucer. Teucer Beloved Ajax, brother whose face was so dear to me, have you truly fared as the mighty rumor says? Chorus He is dead, Teucer. Take it as fact. Teucer Then I am destroyed by my heavy fortune! Chorus When things stand as they do— Teucer Ah, misery, misery! Chorus —you have cause to mourn. Teucer O rash passion! Chorus Yes, Teucer, far too rash. Teucer Ah, misery—what about the man's child? Where in all of Troy can I find him? Chorus He is alone near the tent. TeucerTo Tecmessa. Then bring him here right away, so that we may prevent some enemy from snatching him away, as a hunter snatches a cub from a lioness and leaves her barren! Go quickly; give me your help! It is the habit of men everywhere to laugh in triumph over the dead when they are mere corpses on the ground.Exit Tecmessa. Chorus Yes, while still alive, Teucer, Ajax ordered you to care for the child, just as you are in fact
Sophocles, Ajax (ed. Sir Richard Jebb), line 992 (search)
orego against “the bastard offspring of his spear's war-prize,” against your “cowardly, unmanly betrayer,” dear Ajax,or better yet, your “treacherous betrayer” with designs to govern your domain and your house after your death? So will he insult me; he is a man quick to anger, severe in old age, and his rage seeks quarrels without cause. And in the end I shall be thrust out of our land, and cast off,branded by his taunts as a slave instead of a freeman. These are my prospects at home. At Troy, on the other hand, my enemies are many, while I have few things to help me. All this have I gained from your death! Ah, me, what shall I do? How shall I draw your poor corpseoff the sharp tooth of this gleaming sword, the murderer who, it seems, made you breathe your last? Now do you see how in time Hector, though dead, was to destroy you? By the gods, note the fortune of this mortal pair.First Hector with the very warrior's belt given to him by Ajax was lashed to the chariot-rail a