Menelaus
Of mine own foes; to bury them were sin.
Teucer
Was Ajax e’en thine enemy in the field?
Menelaus
He loathed me, as I him, thou knowest well.
Teucer
Aye, thou hadst robbed him by suborning votes.
Menelaus
’Twas by the judges he was cast, not me.
Teucer
A fair face thou canst put on foulest frauds.
Menelaus
Someone I know will suffer for that word.
Teucer
He who provoked is like to suffer more.
Menelaus
One word more; he shall not be burièd.
Teucer
One word in answer; buried he shall be.
Menelaus
Once did I see a braggart, bold of tongue,
Who had pressed his crew to sail in time of storm,
But when the storm was on him he was mum—
Lay like a dead log muffled in his cloak,
And let the sailors trample him at will.