ATHENA: The men are dead, if I understand you correctly. AJAX: Dead they are. Let them rob my armor now! ATHENA: Tell me, please, what happened to Laertes’ son? He didn’t escape you? AJAX: Oho, that villainous sneak! You want to know where he is? ATHENA: Yes. Your adversary, you know. Odysseus. AJAX: He’s sitting there inside, my sweetest prisoner. I don’t intend for him to die just yet. ATHENA: What are you going to do first? AJAX: First bind him to the pole that props my barrack. ATHENA: Poor miserable