Ajax
Ah, you who spy out all things,
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you ready tool of every crime, ah, son of Laertes, you filthiest sneak in all the army, I am sure you laugh loud and long for joy!
Chorus
It is at the god's dispensation that every man both laughs and mourns.
Ajax
Yet if only I could see him, even shattered as I am!
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Oh! Oh!
Chorus
Make no big threats! Do you not see the trouble you are in?
Ajax
O Zeus, forefather of my forebears, if only I might destroy that deep dissembler, that hateful sneak, and
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the two brother-kings, and finally die myself, also!