laid in darkness, lament him too late—know that it was 30
as his comrade and near kinsman I was sent by a needy
father to a soldier’s life in earliest youth. While he stood
with his royal state unimpaired, an honoured member of
the kingly council, I, too, enjoyed my measure of name
and dignity; but after the jealousy of false Ulysses—you 35
know the tale—removed him from this upper clime—dashed
from my height, I dragged on life in darkness and
sorrow, and vented to my own heart my rage at the disaster
of my innocent friend. Nor did I keep silence—madman