Ajax
Sophocles
Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 7: The Ajax. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1891.
- Make no big threats! Do you not see the trouble you are in?
- O Zeus, forefather of my forebears, if only I might destroy that deep dissembler, that hateful sneak, and
- the two brother-kings, and finally die myself, also!
- When you make that prayer, pray at the same time for me that I, too, may die. What reason is there for me to live when you are dead?
- Ah, Darkness, my light!
- O Gloom of the underworld, to my eyes brightest-shining, take me, take me to dwell with you—yes, take me. I am no longer worthy to look for help to the race of the gods,
- or for any good from men, creatures of a day. No, the daughter of Zeus, the valiant goddess, abuses me to my destruction. Where, then, can a man flee? Where can I go to find rest?
- If my past achievements go to ruin, my friends, along with such victims as these near me, and if I am inclined to foolish plunderings, then with sword driven by both hands all the army would murder me!