Stasimon 2
[Choral 3]
Ah! You paths of the sounding sea, you tidal caves and wooded pastures by the shore, long, long, too long indeed
Ajax
have you detained me here at Troy. But no more will you hold me, no more so long as I have the breath of life. Of that much let sane men be sure.
O neighboring streams of Scamander,
415
kindly to the Greeks, no more shall you look on Ajax, whose equal in the army—here I will boast—
420
Troy has never seen come from the land of Hellas. But now deprived of honor I lie low here in the dust!
425
Chorus
In truth I do not know how to restrain you, nor how to let you speak further, when you have fallen on such harsh troubles.
