<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0011.tlg003.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><sp><l n="737">No!  Oh, no!  Too late, then, was he who sent me on this errand, or I myself came too slowly.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="740">What is this urgent matter? What part of it has been neglected?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="741">Teucer declared that Ajax should not slip out of the house, until he himself arrives.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="743">Well, he is departed, I repeat, bent on the purpose that is best for him—to be rid of his anger at the gods.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="745">These words betray great foolishness, if there is any wisdom in the prophecies of Calchas.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="747">What does he prophesy?  What knowledge of this affair do you bring?</l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="748"/><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="748">This much I know and witnessed on the spot.  Leaving the royal circle of the chiefs who sat in council,</l><l n="750">Calchas separated himself from the Atreidae and put his right hand with all kindness into the hand of Teucer.  The prophet then addressed him and strictly commanded him to use every possible resource to keep Ajax inside his tent for the duration of this day that now shines on us, and to prevent him from moving about</l><l n="755">if he wished ever to look on him alive. For this day alone will the anger of divine
                        Athena lash at him. That was the prophet’s warning. <q type="spoken">Yes,</q> the seer went on
                        to explain, <q type="spoken">lives that have grown too proud and no longer yield good fall
                           on grave difficulties sent from the gods,</q></l><l n="760"><q type="spoken" rend="merge">especially when someone born to man’s estate forgets that fact by thinking thoughts too
                        high for man. And Ajax, even at the time he first set out from home, showed
                        himself foolish, when his father advised him well. For Telamon told him, <q type="spoken">My
                           son, seek victory in arms, but always seek it with the help of god.</q>  Then with a tall boast and foolishly he replied, <q type="spoken">Father, with the help of the gods even a worthless man might achieve victory;  but I, even without that help, fully trust to bring that glory within my grasp.</q></q></l><l n="770"><q type="spoken" rend="merge">So much he boasted.  Then once again in answer to divine Athena—at a time when she was urging him forward and telling him to turn a deadly hand against the enemy—he answered her with words terrible and blasphemous, <q type="spoken">Queen, stand beside the other Greeks; where Ajax stands, battle will never break our line.</q> It was by such words, you must
                        know, that he won for himself the intolerable anger of the goddess since his
                        thoughts were too high for man. But if he survives this day, perhaps with
                        the god’s help we may find means to save him.</q><milestone unit="para" resp="ed"/></l><l n="780">With those words the seer finished, and at once Teucer rose from his seat and sent me with these orders for you to follow.  But if I have been cheated of success, Ajax does not live.  Otherwise Calchas has no skill.</l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="784"/><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="784">Poor Tecmessa, born to misery,</l><l n="785">come out and see this man and his news.  The razor lies close at our throat, poised to cut off all joy.</l></sp><sp><stage>Enter Tecmessa, with Eurysaces.</stage></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="787">Why do you stir me from my place of rest, when I have just found peace from those relentless troubles?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="789">Listen to this man, and</l><l n="790">hear the news of Ajax that he has brought us—news at which I felt sudden grief.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="791">Oh, no, what is your news, man?  Surely we are not ruined?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="792">I have no clue of your condition, but know only that, if Ajax is away, I have little hope for him.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="794">But he is away, so  I am in agony to know what you mean.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="795">Teucer strictly commands that you keep Ajax under shelter of his tent and not allow him to go out alone.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="797">But where is Teucer?  And why these orders?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="798">He has just now returned, and he suspects that such a departure carries death for Ajax.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="800">Oh, misery!  From whom can he have learned this?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Messenger</speaker><l n="801">From Thestor’s son, the prophet. His prophecy applies to today, when the issue is one of
                        life or death for Ajax.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Tecmessa</speaker><l n="803">Ah, me! My friends, protect me from the doom threatened by fate! Hurry, some of you, to
                        speed Teucer’s coming;</l><l n="805">let others go to the westward bays, and others to the eastward, and there seek the man’s
                        disastrous path. I see now that I have been deceived by my husband and cast
                        out of the favor that I once had with him. Ah, my child, what shall I do? I
                        must not sit idle.</l><l n="810">I too will go as far as my strength will carry me.  Move, let us be quick, this is no time to sit still, if we wish to save a man who is eager for death.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="813">I am ready to help, and I will show it in more than word.  Speed of action and speed of foot will follow together.</l><stage>Exeunt Tecmessa and the Chorus.  A Servant takes Eurysaces into the tent.  The scene changes to a lonely place on the shore.  Enter Ajax, still with sword.</stage></sp><milestone unit="card" n="815"/><sp><speaker>Ajax</speaker><l n="815">The sacrificial killer stands planted in the way that will cut most deeply—if I have the leisure for even this much reflection.  First, it is the gift of Hector, that enemy-friend who was most hateful to me and most hostile to my sight;  next, it is fixed in enemy soil, the land of <placeName key="perseus,Troy">Troy</placeName>,</l></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>