Beloved Ajax, brother whose face was so dear to me, have you truly fared as the mighty rumor says?ChorusHe is dead, Teucer. Take it as fact.TeucerThen I am destroyed by my heavy fortune!ChorusWhen things stand as they do—TeucerAh, misery, misery!Chorus—you have cause to mourn.TeucerO rash passion!ChorusYes, Teucer, far too rash.