Aias. I praise thy deed, and prudence which thou showed'st.
Tec. What service then could I next render thee?
Aias. Give me to speak with him, and look on him.
Tec. He is hard by, in our attendants' care.
Aias. Why this delay? Why comes he not at once?540
Tec. Ho, boy! Thy father calls. Come hither, thou,
Who chancest now to guide him with thy hands.
Aias. Speak'st thou to one who comes, or fails to hear?
Tec. Behold, this servant brings him in to thee.
Enter Attendant, bringing Eurysakes.
Aias. Lift him, then, lift him here. He will not shrink,
Beholding all this slaughter newly wrought,
If he be rightly named his father's son:
But we to these his father's savage ways
Must break him in, and make him like in soul.
Ο boy, may'st thou be happier than thy sire,550
In all things else be like him. And not bad
Would'st thou be then. And yet thy lot e'en now
Doth move my envy, that thou feelest nought
Of all these evils. Sweetest life is found
In those unconscious years ere yet thou know
Or joy or sorrow. When thou com'st to this,
Then thou must show thy breeding to thy foes,
What son of what a father: but till then,
In gentle breezes grow, and rear thy life
A joy to this thy mother. And I know
That none of all the Achæan host will dare560
Insult thee with foul scorn, though I be gone;
Such a stout guardian will I leave for thee
In Teucros, still unsparing for thy need,
Though now far off he hunts our enemies.
And ye, who bear the shield, my sailor band,
