TEUCER
Alas, how then can I endure my fate!
CHORUS
Since thus it is . . .
TEUCER
O wretched, wretched me!
CHORUS
Thou hast cause to moan.
TEUCER
O swift and cruel woe!
CHORUS
Too cruel, Teucer!
TEUCER
Woe is me! But say—
His child—where shall I find him? Tell me where.
CHORUS
Alone within the tent.
TEUCER (to Tecmessa)
Then with all speed
Go, bring him thither, lest some foe should snatch him
Like a whelp from a lioness bereaved.
Away! See it done quickly! All men are wont
To insult over the dead, once they lie low.
CHORUS
Yes, Teucer, while he lived, did he not charge thee
To guard his son from harm, as now thou dost?
TEUCER
O sight most grievous to me of all sights
That ever I have looked on with my eyes!
And hatefullest of all paths to my soul
This path that now has led me to thy side,
O dearest Aias, when I heard thy fate,
While seeking thee I tracked thy footsteps out.
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