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 TEUCER

Never, friends, shall I marvel any more,

If one of low birth acts injuriously,

When they who are accounted nobly born

Can utter such injurious calumnies.

[To .]

Come, once more speak. You say you brought him hither?

Took him to be a champion of the Greeks?

Did he not sail as his own master, freely?

How are you his chieftain? How have you the right

To lord it o'er the folk he brought from home?

As Sparta's lord you came, not as our master.

In no way was it your prerogative

To rule him, any more than he could you.

As vassal of others you sailed hither, not

As captain of us all, still less of Aias.

Go, rule those whom you may rule: chastise them

With proud words. But this man, though you forbid me,

Aye, and your fellow-captain, by just right

Will I lay in his grave, scorning your threats.

It was not for the sake of your lost wife

He came to Troy, like your toil-broken serfs,

But for the sake of oaths that he had sworn,

Not for yours. What cared he for nobodies?

Then come again and bring more heralds hither,

And the captain of the host. For such as you

I would not turn my head, for all your bluster.

CHORUS

Such speech I like not, either, in peril's midst:

For harsh words rankle, be they ne'er so just.

MENELAUS

This bowman, it seems, has pride enough to spare.

TEUCER

Yes, 'tis no mean craft I have made my own.