Epeisodion 2
Tecmessa
the man sits idly where he has fallen in the middle of the iron-slain cattle. And plainly he plans to do something terrible. Somehow his words and his laments say as much. Ah, my friends—for it was my errand to ask you this—come in and help him, if in any way you can.
325
Men of his kind can be won over by the words of friends.
330
Chorus
Tecmessa, daughter of Teleutas, terrible is your news that our lord has been possessed by his sorrows.
Tecmessa
Soon there will be more sorrow, it seems. Did you not hear
Ajax, did you not hear his resounding howl?
335
Chorus
The man seems to be sick, or else to be still pained by the disease which was recently with him, since he sees its traces.
Tecmessa
Ah, miserable me! Eurysaces, it is for you he calls! What can his purpose be? Where are you? I am miserable!
340
Ajax
Teucer! Where is Teucer? Will his raid last for ever? While I perish?
Chorus
He seems to be sane—open the door!
Perhaps merely at the sight of me he will come to a more respectable mood.
345
Tecmessa
There, it is open. Now you can look on this man’s deeds, and his true condition.
