Welcome
   Home | Texts by category | | Quick Search:   
Authors
Works by Sophocles
Pages of Philoctetes



Previous | Next
                  

Philoctetes   


Thou gav'st to bear me to my native soil.
Do this, my friend, remain thyself at Scyros,
And leave these wretches to be wretched still.
Thus shalt thou merit double thanks, from me
And from thy father; nor by succour given
To vile betrayers prove thyself as vile.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Thou sayst most truly. Yet confide in heaven,
Trust to thy friend, and leave this hated place.
PHILOCTETES
Leave it! For whom? For Troy and the Atreidae?
These wounds forbid it.
NEOPTOLEMUS
They shall all be healed,
Where I will carry thee.
PHILOCTETES
An idle tale
Thou tellst me. surely; dost thou not?
NEOPTOLEMUS
I speak
What best may serve us both.
PHILOCTETES
But, speaking thus,
Dost thou not fear the' offended gods?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Why fear them?
Can I offend the gods by doing good?
PHILOCTETES
What good? To whom? To me or to the' Atreidae?
NEOPTOLEMUS
I am thy friend, and therefore would persuade thee.
PHILOCTETES
And therefore give me to my foes.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Alas!
Let not misfortunes thus transport thy soul
To rage and bitterness.
PHILOCTETES
Thou wouldst destroy me.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Thou knowst me not.
PHILOCTETES
I know th' Atreidae well,
Who left me here.
NEOPTOLEMUS
They did; yet they perhaps,
E'en they, O Philoctetes! may preserve thee.
PHILOCTETES
I never will to Troy.
NEOPTOLEMUS
What's to be done?
Since I can ne'er persuade thee, I submit;
Live on in misery.
PHILOCTETES
Then let me suffer;
Suffer I must; but, oh! perform thy promise;
Think on thy plighted faith, and guard me home
Instant, my friend, nor ever call back Troy
To my remembrance; I have felt enough
From Troy already.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Let us go; prepare!
PHILOCTETES
O glorious sound!

Previous | Next
Site Search