Ajax
Bring hither then my son, that I may see him.
Tecmessa
Oh, in alarm I sent him from my charge.
Ajax
When I was stricken? Or what meanest thou?
Tecmessa
Yea, lest the poor child meeting thee should die.
Ajax
That fate indeed had matched my fortunes well.
Tecmessa
Well, I averted that calamity.
Ajax
Thy forethought and the action I commend.
Tecmessa
As the case stands, how can I do thy hest?
Ajax
Let me speak to him—see him face to face.
Tecmessa
Good; he is in our servants’ charge close by.
Ajax
Then wherefore is his coming thus delayed?
Tecmessa
My child, thy father calls thee. Bring him hither,
Whoever of you guides his infant steps.
To the Servants.