Ajax
Lift him; lift him up here. Doubtless he will not shrink to look on this newly-shed blood, if he is indeed my true-born son and heir to his father’s manners. But he must at once be broken into his father’s harsh ways and moulded to the likeness of my nature. Ah, son, may you prove luckier than your father, but in all else like him. Then you would not prove base. Yet even now I may well envy you on this account, that you have no perception of these evils about us. Yes, life is sweetest when one lacks sense, that is, until one learns to know joy or pain. But when you come to that knowledge, then you must be sure to prove among your father’s enemies of what mettle and of what lineage you are. Meanwhile feed on light breezes, and nurse your tender life for your mother’s joy. There is no Greek—I know it for certain—who will do violence to you with hard outrages, even when you are without me. So trusty is the guard, Teucer himself, whom I will leave at your gates. He will not falter in his care for you, although now he walks a far path, busied with the hunt of enemies. O my warriors, my seafaring comrades! On you as on him, I lay this shared task of love: give my command to Teucer! Let him take this child to my home and set him before the face of Telamon, and of my mother, Eriboea, so that he may become the comfort of their age into eternity. And order him that no commissioners of games, nor he who is my destroyer, should make my arms a prize for the Greeks. No, you take this for my sake, Son, my broad shield from which you have your name. Hold it and wield it by the sturdy thong, this sevenfold, spear-proof shield! But the rest of my arms shall be my gravemates. Come, take the child right away, shut tight the doors and make no laments before the house. God, what a weepy thing is woman. Quick, close the house! It is not for a skilful doctor to moan incantations over a wound that craves the knife.
Chorus I am afraid when I hear this eager haste. Your tongue’s sharp edge does not please me.
Tecmessa Ajax, my lord, what can you have in mind?
Ajax Do not keep asking me, do not keep questioning. Self-restraint is a virtue.
Tecmessa Ah, how I despair! Now, by your child, by the gods, I implore you, do not betray us!
Ajax You annoy me too much. Do you not know that I no longer owe any service to the gods?
Tecmessa Hush, no impiety!
Ajax Speak to those who hear.
Tecmessa You will not listen?
Ajax Already your words have been too many.
Tecmessa Yes, because I am afraid, my king!
Ajax Close the doors this instant!
Tecmessa In the name of the gods, be softened!
Ajax You have foolish hope, I think, if you plan so late to begin schooling my temper.
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