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Close quickly. It is not for a skilful leech
To drone charms o'er a wound that craves the knife.
CHORUS
I am fearful, listening to this eager mood.
The sharp edge of thy tongue, I like it not.
TECMESSA
O my lord Aias, what art thou purposing?
AIAS
Question me not. To be discreet is best.
TECMESSA
Ah me, heavy is my heart. Now by thy child,
By the gods, I entreat, forsake us not.
AIAS
Vex me no further. Know'st thou not that I
To the gods owe no duty any more?
TECMESSA
Utter no proud words.
AIAS
Speak to those who listen.
TECMESSA
Wilt thou not heed?
AIAS
Too much thou hast spoken already.
TECMESSA
Yes, through my fears, O king.
AIAS
Close the doors quickly.
TECMESSA For the gods' love, relent.
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