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212 command of others didst thou sail hither, not as chief of all, so that thou shouldst ever be captain over Ajax.

No, lord it over them whose lord thou art,—lash them with thy proud words: but this man will I lay duly in the grave, though thou forbid it,—aye, or thy brother-chief,—nor shall I tremble at thy word. 'Twas not for thy wife's sake that Ajax came unto the war, like yon toil-worn drudges,—no, but for the oath's sake that bound him,—no whit for thine; he was not wont to reck of nobodies. So, when thou comest again, bring more heralds, and the Captain of the host; at thy noise I would not turn my head, while thou art the man that thou art now.

. Such speech again, in the midst of ills, I love not; for harsh words, how just soever, sting.

. The bowman, methinks, hath no little pride.

. Even so; 'tis no sordid craft that I profess.

. How thou wouldst boast, wert thou given a shield!

. Without a shield, I were a match for thee full-armed.

. How dreadful the courage that inspires thy tongue!

. When right is with him, a man's spirit may be high.

. Is it right that this my murderer should have honour?

. Murderer? A marvel truly, if, though slain, thou livest.

. A god rescued me: in yon man's purpose, I am dead.