MENELAUS
He loathed me, and I him, as well you know.
TEUCER
Because to defraud him you intrigued for votes.
MENELAUS
It was the judges cast him, and not I.
TEUCER
Much secret villainy you could make seem fair.
MENELAUS
That
saying will bring someone into trouble.
TEUCER
Not greater trouble than we mean to inflict.
MENELAUS
My one last word: this man must not have burial.
TEUCER
Then hear my answer: burial he shall have.
MENELAUS
Once did I see a fellow bold of tongue,
Who had urged a crew to sail in time of storm;
Yet no voice had you found in him, when winds
Began to blow; but
hidden beneath his cloak
The mariners might
trample on him at will.
And so with you and your
fierce railleries,
Perchance a great storm, though from a little cloud
Its
breath proceed, shall
quench your blatant outcry.
TEUCER
And I once saw a fellow filled with folly,
Who gloried scornfully in his neighbour's woes.
So it came to pass that someone like myself,
And of like mood, beholding him spoke thus.
"Man, act not wickedly towards the dead;
Or, if thou dost, be sure that thou wilt rue it."
Thus did he monish that infatuate man.
And lo! yonder I see him; and as I think,
He is none else but thou. Do I speak riddles?
MENELAUS
I go. It were
disgrace should any know
I had fallen to chiding where I might chastise.
TEUCER
Begone then. For to me 'twere worst
disgraceThat I should listen to a fool's idle blustering.
(MENELAUS and his retinue depart.)
CHORUS (chanting)
Soon
mighty and fell will the
strife be begun.
But
speedily now, Teucer, I pray thee,
Seek some fit place for his hollow grave,
Which men's memories
evermore shall praise,
As he lies there mouldering at rest.
(TECMESSA enters with EURYSACES.)
TEUCER
Look yonder, where the child and wife of Ajax
Are hastening
hither in good time to tend
The
funeral rites of his
unhappy corpse.
My child, come
hither. Stand near and lay thy hand
As a suppliant on thy father who begat thee.
And kneel imploringly with locks of hair
Held in thy hand-mine, and hers, and last thine-
The suppliant's treasure. But if any Greek
By
violence should tear thee from this corpse,
For that crime from the land may he be cast
Unburied, and his whole race from the root
Cut off, even as I sever this lock.
There, take it, boy, and keep it. Let none seek
To move thee; but still kneel there and cling fast.
And you, like men, no women, by his side
Stand and defend him till I come again,
When I have dug his grave, though all forbid.
(TEUCER goes out.)
CHORUS (singing)
strophe 1
When will this agony draw to a close?
When will it cease, the last of our years of exile?
Years that bring me labour accurst of hurtling spears,
Woe that hath no
respite or end,
But wide-spread over the plains of Troy
Works sorrow and shame for Hellas' sons.
antistrophe 1
Would he had vanished away from the earth,
Rapt to the skies, or sunk to devouring Hades,
He who first revealed to the Greeks the use of arms
Leagued in
fierceconfederate war!
Ah, toils
eternallybreeding toils!
Yea, he was the fiend who
wrought man's ruin.
strophe 2
The
wretch accurst, what were his gifts?
Neither the glad,
festival wreath,
Nor the
divine, mirth-giving wine-cup;
No music of flutes, soothing and sweet:
Slumber by night, blissful and calm,
None he bequeathed us.
And love's joys, alas! love did he
banish from me.
Here couching alone neglected,
With hair by unceasing dews drenched
evermore, we curse
Thy shores, O cruel Ilium.
antistrophe 2
Erewhile against
terror by night,
javelin or sword, firm was our trust:
He was our
shield,
valiant Ajax.
But now a malign demon of fate
Claims him. Alas! When, when again
Shall joy
befall me?
Oh once more to stand, where on the
wooded headland
The ocean is breaking, under
The shadow of Sunium's
height;
thence could I greet from far
The
divine city of Athens.
(TEUCER enters, followed by AGAMEMNON and his retinue.)
TEUCER
In haste I come; for the captain of the host,
Agamemnon, I have seen hurrying
hither.
To a perverse tongue now will he give rein.
AGAMEMNON
Is it you, they tell me, have dared to stretch your lips
In
savage raillery against us, unpunished?
'Tis you I mean, the
captive woman's son.
Verily of well-born mother had you been bred,
Superb had been your boasts and high your strut,
Since you, being
nought, have
championed one who is
nought,
Vowing that no authority is ours
By sea or land to rule the Greeks or you.
Are not these
monstrous taunts to hear from slaves?
What was this man whose praise you vaunt so loudly?
W
hither went he, or where stood he, where I was not?
Among the Greeks are there no men but he?
In evil hour, it seems, did we proclaim
The
contest for Achilles' panoply,
If come what may Teucer is to call us knaves,
And if you never will consent, though worsted,
To accept the award that seemed just to most judges,
But either must keep pelting us with foul words,
Or stab us craftily in your rage at losing.
Where such discords are
customary, never
Could any law be stablished and maintained,
If we should
thrust the
rightful winners by,
And bring the rearmost to the
foremost place.
But such wrong must be checked. 'Tis not the big
Broad-shouldered men on whom we most rely;
No, 'tis the wise who are masters everywhere.
An ox, however large of rib, may yet
Be kept straight on the road by a little whip.
And this corrective, I
perceive, will soon
Descend on you, unless you
acquire some
wisdom,
Who, though this man is dead, a mere shade now,
Can wag your
insolent lips so
freely and boldly.
Come to your senses: think what you are by birth.
Bring
hither someone else, a man born free,
Who in your stead may plead your cause before us.
For when you speak, the sense escapes me quite:
I
comprehend not your
barbarian tongue.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Would that you both might learn
wisdom and temperance.
There is no better
counsel I can give you.
TEUCER
Alas! how soon
gratitude to the dead
Proves
treacherous and vanishes from men's minds,
If for thee, Ajax, this man has no more
The least word of
remembrance, he for whom oft
Toiling in battle thou didst risk thy life.
But all that is forgotten and flung aside.
Thou who but now wast uttering so much folly,
Hast thou no memory left, how in that hour
When, pent within your lines, you were already
No more than men of
nought, routed in battle,
He alone stood forth to save you, while the flames
Were blazing round the stern-decks of the ships
Already, and while Hector, leaping high
Across the
trench, charged down upon the hulls?
Who checked this ruin? Was it not he, who nowhere
So much as stood beside thee, so thou sayest?
Would you deny he acted nobly there?
Or when again chosen by lot, unbidden,
Alone in single
combat he met Hector?
For no runaway's lot did he cast in,
No lump of clammy earth, but such that first
It should leap
lightly from the crested helm?
His were these exploits; and beside him stood
I the slave, the
barbarian mother's son.
Wretch, with what face can you fling forth such taunts?
Know you not that of old your father's father
Was Pelops, a
barbarian, and a Phrygian?
That your sire Atreus set before his brother
A feast most
impious of his own children's flesh?
And from a Cretan mother you were born,
Whom when her father found her with a paramour,
He doomed her for dumb fishes to devour.
Being such, do you
reproach me with my lineage?
Telamon is the father who begat me,
Who, as the
foremostchampion of the Greeks,
Won as his bride my mother, a princes
By birth, Laomedon's daughter: a chosen spoil
She had been given him by Alcmena's son.
Thus of two noble parents nobly born,
How should I shame one of my blood, whom now,
Laid low by such
calamity, you would
thrustUnburied forth, and feel no shame to say it?
But of this be sure: wheresoever you may cast him,
Us three also with him will you cast forth.
For it beseems me in his cause to die
In sight of all, rather than for the sake
Of your wife-or your brother's should I say?
Look then not to my interest, but your own.
For if you
assail me, you shall soon wish rather