Ajax
Do you see the bold, the strong of heart, [365] the dauntless in battles with the enemy—do you see me now, terrible in the force of my hands against beasts unformidable? Oh, the mockery! How I have been violated! Tecmessa
Ajax, my lord, I beg you, do not talk this way! Ajax
Away with you! Will you not take yourself outside! [370] Ah, me! Ah, me! Chorus
By the gods I plead, give way and acquire good sense! Ajax
My rotten fortune!—I let slip from my grasp those men who were begging for punishment, [375] and fell instead on cattle with twisted horns and fine goats, making their dark blood flow!
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