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 AIAS

Alas!

Shadow that art my light!

Erebus, oh to me verily bright as day!

Receive, receive me yóur hábitant.

Receive me now no more worthy to seek help of the gods,

Nor any more from fellow mortal men to claim kindness:

No, but she the strong

Zeus-born deity

Miserably tortures me.

Whither should I then flee?

Whither seek for rest?

Since my former glory is gone, my friends,

With yonder victims, yonder spoils by frenzy won,

Since all the host with swords uplifted

Sternly would slay me.

TECMESSA

Ah, woe is me! from such a noble warrior

To hear such words as once he ne'er had deigned to speak!

AIAS

Alas!

Billowy paths of foam,

Eddying caves, and ye coppices by the shore,

A weary, weary time tarrying here

Beneath the walls of Troy me have you kept, but from this hour

Alive you shall not keep me. Truth I speak: let none doubt it.

O Scamander's wave,

Stream whose neighbouring flow

Oft have the Argives blest,

Never, nevermore

Me shall you behold,

Me, (a proud word will I utter now)

Whose peer in battle Troy has never seen yet come

From Hellas' land: but now dishonoured

Thus am I prostrate.