_Agamemnon. Ajax_
_Ag_. If you went mad and wrought your own destruction, Ajax, in
default of that you designed for us all, why put the blame on Odysseus?
Why would you not vouchsafe him a look or a word, when he came to
consult Tiresias that day? you stalked past your old comrade in arms as
if he was beneath your notice.
_Aj_. Had I not good reason? My madness lies at the door of my solitary
rival for the arms.
_Ag_. Did you expect to be unopposed, and carry it over us all without
a contest?
_Aj_. Surely, in such a matter. The armour was mine by natural right,
seeing I was Achilles's cousin. The rest of you, his undoubted
superiors, refused to compete, recognizing my claim. It was the son of
Laertes, he that I had rescued scores of times when he would have been
cut to pieces by the Phrygians, who set up for a better man and a
stronger claimant than I.
_Ag_. Blame Thetis, then, my good sir; it was she who, instead of
delivering the inheritance to the next of kin, brought the arms and
left the ownership an open question.
_Aj_. No, no; the guilt was in claiming them—alone, I mean.
_Ag_. Surely, Ajax, a mere man may be forgiven the sin of coveting
honour—that sweetest bait for which each one of us adventured; nay, and
he outdid you there, if a Trojan verdict counts.
_Aj_. Who inspired that verdict [Footnote: Athene is meant. The
allusion is to Homer, _Od. xi. 547_, a passage upon the contest for the
arms of Achilles, in which Odysseus states that 'The judges were the
sons of the Trojans, and Pallas Athene.']? I know, but about the Gods
we may not speak. Let that pass; but cease to hate Odysseus? 'tis not
in my power, Agamemnon, though Athene's self should require it of me.