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. Unarmed I fear not thee in panoply.

. Redoubted is the wrath lives on thy tongue.

. Whose cause is just hath licence to be proud.

. Just, that my murderer have a peaceful end?

. Thy murderer? Strange, to have been slain and live!

. Yea, through Heaven’s mercy. By his will, I am dead.

. If Heaven have saved thee, give the Gods their due.

. Am I the man to spurn at Heaven’s command?

. Thou dost, to come and frustrate burial.

. Honour forbids to yield my foe a tomb.

. And Aias was thy foeman? Where and when?

. Hate lived between us; that thou know’st full well.

. For thy proved knavery, coining votes i’ the court.

. The judges voted. He ne’er lost through me.

. Guilt-hiding guile wears often fairest front.

. I know whom pain shall harass for that word.

. Not without giving equal pain, ’tis clear.

. No more, but this. No burial for this man!

. Yea, this much more. He shall have instant burial.

. I have seen ere now a man of doughty tongue

Urge sailors in foul weather to unmoor,

Who, caught in the sea-misery by-and-by,

Lay voiceless, muffled in his cloak, and suffered

Who would of the sailors over-trample him.

Even so methinks thy truculent mouth ere long

Shall quench its outcry, when this little cloud

Breaks forth on thee with the full tempest’s might.

. I too have seen a man whose windy pride

Poured forth loud insults o’er a neighbour’s fall,

Till one whose cause and temper showed like mine

Spake to him in my hearing this plain word:

‘Man, do the dead no wrong; but, if thou dost,

Be sure thou shalt have sorrow.’ Thus he warned

The infatuate one: ay, one whom I behold;