Yes, so that never again will they dishonor Ajax.AthenaThe men are dead, as I interpret your words.AjaxDead they are. Now let them rob me of my arms!AthenaI see. And the son of Laertes, how does his fortune with respect to you? Has he escaped you?AjaxThat blasted fox! You ask me where he is?AthenaYes, I do. I mean Odysseus, your adversary.AjaxMy most pleasing prisoner, mistress, he sits inside. I do not wish him to die just yet.AthenaUntil you do what? Or win what greater advantage?