No; thy hand alone;
I will not trouble them; 'twill be enough
If they can bear with me and my distemper
When we embark.
Well, be it so; but rise.
Oh I never fear; I'll rise as well as ever.
NEOPTOLEMUS (half to himself)
How shall I act?
What says my son?
I know not what to say; my doubtful mind-
Talked you of doubts? You did not surely.
That's my misfortune.
Is then my distress
The cause at last you will not take me with you?
All is distress and misery when we act
Against our nature and consent to ill.
But sure to help a good man in misfortunes
Is not against thy nature.
Men will call me
A villain; that distracts me.
Not for this;
For what thou meanst to do thou mayst deserve it
What shall I do? Direct me, Jove! To hide
What I should speak, and tell a base untruth
Were double guilt.
He purposes at last,
I fear it much, to leave me.
Leave thee! No!
But how to make thee go with pleasure hence,
There I'm distressed.
I understand thee not;
What means my son?
I can no longer hide
The dreadful secret from thee; thou art going
To Troy, e'en to the Greeks, to the Atreidae.
Alas! what sayest thou?
Do not weep, but hear me.
What must I hear? what wilt thou do with me?
First set thee free; then carry thee, my friend,
To conquer Troy.