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That work was mine; for Pallas, tho our friend,
Why point'st thou to my partner of the war?
Who, had he not been well assur'd, that art
part, And more avail'd than strength, my valiant
friend Had urg'd a better right, than Ajax can pretend; As good at least Eurypylus may claim, And the more moderate Ajax of the name: The Cretan king, and his brave charioteer, And Menelaus bold with sword and spear: All these had been my rivals in the shield, And
yet all these to my pretensions yield. Thy boist'rous hands are then of use, when I With this directing head those hands apply. Brawn without brain is thine : my prudent care Foresees, provides, administers the war : Thy province is to fight; but when shall be The time to fight, the king consults with me: No dram of judgment with thy force is join'd; Thy body is of profit, and By how much more the ship her safety owes To him who steers, than him that only rows, By how much more the captain merits praise Than he who fights, and fighting but obeys ; By so much
worth than thine, Who canst but execute what I design.
What gain'st thou, brutal man, if I confess
O Grecian chiefs, reward my care,
yet some desp’rate action rests behind,
refuse to me. He ceas'd: and ceasing with respect he bow'd, And with his hand at once the fatal statue
Heav'n, air, and ocean rung, with loud applause,
The Death of A J A X.
He who could often, and alone, withstand The foe, the fire, and Jove's own partial hand, Now cannot his unmaster'd grief sustain, But yields to rage, to madness, and disdain; Then snatching out his fauchion, Thou, said
he, Art mine; Ulyffes lays no claim to thee. O often try'd, and ever trusty sword, Now do thy last kind office to thy lord: 'Tis Ajax who requests thy aid, to show None but himself, himself could overthrow. He said, and with so good a will to die Did to his breast the fatal point apply, It found his heart, a way till then unknown, Where never weapon enter'd but his own: No hands could force it thence, fo fixt it stood, 'Till out it rush'd, expell’d by streams of spouting The fruitful blood produc'd a flow's, which