If he has eyes as erst, how can that be?

I will obscure his vision, howe’er clear.

Well, when a god works, all is possible.

Peace! stand thy ground and budge not from the spot.

So will I⁠—yet had liefer been far hence.

Ho, Ajax! once again I summon thee.

Say, why this scant regard for thine ally?

Hail O Athena, Zeus-born maiden, hail!

Thine aid how opportune! for this I’ll crown

Thy shrine with votive spoils of purest gold.

Fair words; but tell me, hast thou well imbrued

Thy sword with carnage of the Argive host?

A glorious deed that I will not disclaim.

Haply thou has assailed the Atridae too?