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Ah, you who spy out all things,  you ready tool of every crime, ah, son of Laertes, you filthiest sneak in all the army, I am sure you laugh loud and long for joy! Chorus
It is at the god's dispensation that every man both laughs and mourns. Ajax
Yet if only I could see him, even shattered as I am!  Oh! Oh! Chorus
Make no big threats! Do you not see the trouble you are in? Ajax
O Zeus, forefather of my forebears, if only I might destroy that deep dissembler, that hateful sneak, and  the two brother-kings, and finally die myself, also!
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