Your right hand is useful for war; it needs my control that which is intellect; you carry strength without mind, for me is care for the future; you are able to fight, Atrides, with me, chooses the time needing to be fought; you only give forth the body, I the mind; and how much the one who orders the raft precedes the duty of the rower, how much the leader is greater than the soldier, is how much I surmount you. Neither the mind in my body more is powerful than the hand: the vigor of all is in them.

      But you all, oh chiefs, give to the watchman your prizes, and on behalf of the concern of so many years, I anxious for which did this, give back this title about to be weighed against my merits: now my work is done; I removed the hindering destinies and I captured high Troy by means of making it able to be captured. Now through common hopes and the about to fall walls of Troy, through the gods, which I recently took from the enemy, I pray, through if what survives, which is needing to be done wisely, if again a bold thing out of haste is needing to be destroyed, if you all arrange to remain in Troy for some fate, you bring to mind this of me! Or if you do not give the arms to me, give it to this!” And he extended to the fated mark of Minerva.

      The group of chiefs is having been moved, and what eloquence was being able to do was exposed in the event, the eloquent man carried the arms of the strong man. He who alone restrained Hector, who restrained iron and fires so often, who restrained Jove, he did not restrain one anger, anguish conquered the unconquered man: he seizes a sword and says “certainly this is mine! Or does Ullyses desire this for himself? This is needing to be used on me by me, and which is often wet by means of the gore of Phrygians, now will be wet by means of the cutting of the master, so not that anyone is able to overpower Ajax except Ajax.” He spoke and he plunged the deadly sword into his having suffered wounds chest, which at last a sword opened. No hands were strong enough to take out the implanted spear: blood drove itself out, the having been made red ground by means of blood produced, out of the green grassy field, a purple flower, which previously had been born from the Spartan wound. In the middle petals a common letter had been inscripted for the man and for the boy, this of name, that of lament.