That we shall
Most gladly. To the ships, my friends; away! (Going)
Obey your orders.
PHILOCTETES (stops them)
By protecting Jove,
Who hears the suppliant's prayer, do not forsake me!
Be calm then.
O my friends! will you then stay?
Do, by the gods I beg you.
Why that groan?
Alas! I die. My wound, my wound! Hereafter
What can I do? You will not leave me! Hear-
What canst thou say we do not know already?
O'erwhelmed by such a storm of griefs as I am,
You should not thus resent a madman's frenzy.
Comply then and be happy.
Be sure of that. Tho' thunder-bearing Jove
Should with his lightnings blast me, would I go?
No! Let Troy perish, perish all the host
Who sent me here to die; but, O my friends!
Grant me this last request.
What is it? Speak.
A sword, a dart, some instrument of death.
What wouldst thou do?
I'd hack off every limb.
Death, my soul longs for death.
But wherefore is it?
I'll seek my father.
In the tomb;
There he must be. O Scyros! O my country!
How could I bear to see thee as I am-
I who had left thy sacred shores to aid
The hateful sons of Greece? O misery!
(He goes into the cave.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (speaking)
Ere now we should have taken thee to our ships,
But that advancing this way I behold
Ulysses, and with him Achilles' son.
still carrying the bow;
he is followed closely by ULYSSES.)
Why this return? Wherefore this haste?