Aiacis tumulo pariter tegor obruta Virtus, inlacrimans bustis funeris ipsa mei, incomptas lacerata comas, quod pravus Atrides cedere me instructis compulit insidiis.
At Ajax tomb I, Valour, lie oerwhelmed along with him. Here, over the mound which marks my obsequies, I weep with hair all torn and towsled, because the mean son of Atreus forced me to yield to his calculated wiles.
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