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 Close quickly. It is not for a skilful leech

To drone charms o'er a wound that craves the knife.

CHORUS

I am fearful, listening to this eager mood.

The sharp edge of thy tongue, I like it not.

TECMESSA

O my lord Aias, what art thou purposing?

AIAS

Question me not. To be discreet is best.

TECMESSA

Ah me, heavy is my heart. Now by thy child,

By the gods, I entreat, forsake us not.

AIAS

Vex me no further. Know'st thou not that I

To the gods owe no duty any more?

TECMESSA

Utter no proud words.

AIAS

Speak to those who listen.

TECMESSA

Wilt thou not heed?

AIAS

Too much thou hast spoken already.

TECMESSA

Yes, through my fears, O king.

AIAS

Close the doors quickly.

TECMESSA For the gods' love, relent.