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Heaven-high kindle the flame of death.
But the insolence of thy foes boldly
Thus wanders abroad in the wind-swept glens.
Meanwhile all men mocking
With venomous tongues taunt thee:
But grief in my heart wanes not.

[Enter Tecmessa.]

TECMESSA
Liegemen of Aias, ship-companions,
Ye children of earth-sprung Erechthid race,
Lamentation is now our portion, to whom
Dear is the far-off house of Telamon,
Now that the stern and terrible Aias
Lies whelmed by a storm
Of turbid wildering fury.

CHORUS To what evil change from the day's woe now
Has night given birth?
Thou daughter of Phrygian Teleutas, speak;
For a constant love has valiant Aias
Borne thee, his spear-won prisoner bride.
Then hide from us nought that thou knowest.

TECMESSA
How to utter a tale of unspeakable things!
For disastrous as death is the hap you will hear.
In the darkness of night madness has seized
Our glorious Aias: he is ruined and lost.
Hereof in the tent may proof be seen;
Sword-slain victims in their own blood bathed,
By his hand sacrificially slaughtered.

CHORUS
What tidings of the fiery warrior tellest thou,
Not to be borne, nor yet to be disputed,

Rumoured abroad by the chiefs of the Danaan host,

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