i.e. his abandoning himself to passion. Medea, too, herself cries on the stage:
“And I am aware what evils I am to perpetrate,
But passion is stronger than my resolutions.”[134]
Further, not even Ajax is silent; but, when about to kill himself, cries:
“No pain gnaws the soul of a free man like dishonour.
Thus do I suffer; and the deep stain of calamity
Ever stirs me from the depths, agitated
By the bitter stings of rage.”[135]
Anger made these the subjects of tragedy, and lust made ten thousand others—Phædra, Anthia, Eriphyle,
“Who took the precious gold for her dear husband.”