The Ajax of Sophocles (1919)
“ Where is Teucer? Timely indeed would he now come, To compose duly his slain brother's corpse. hapless Aias, who wast once so great, Now even thy foes might dare to mourn thy fall. CHORUS 'Twas fate's will, alas, 'twas fate then for thou Stubborn of soul at length to work out a dark Doom of ineffable miseries. ”
