CH. Teleutas’ child! we shudder at thy tale
That fatal frenzy wastes our hero’s soul.
AIAS (within). Woe’s me, me, me!
TEC. More cause anon! Hear ye not Aias there,
How sharp the cry that shrills from him?
AI. Woe! Woe!
CH. Madly it sounds—Or springs it of deep grief
For proofs of madness harrowing to his eye?
AI. Boy, boy!
TEC. What means he? Oh, Eurysakes!
He cries on thee. Where art thou? O my heart!
[page 53][342-376] AI. Teucer I call! Where ’s Teucer? Will he ne’er
Come from the chase, but leave me to my doom?
CH. Not madness now. Disclose him. Let us look.
Haply the sight of us may calm his soul.
TEC. There, then; I open to your view the form
Of Aias, and his fortunes as they are.[AIAS is discovered