Sophocles' PHILOCTETES Complete

Translated by Th. Francklin.

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Neoptolemus: (advancing towards the cave, systema 2)

Behold the double door
Of his poor dwelling, and the flinty bed.

Chorus: And whither is its wretched master gone?

Neoptolemus: Doubtless in search of food, and not far off,

For such his manner is; accustomed here,
So fame reports, to pierce with winged arrows
His savage prey for daily sustenance,
His wound still painful, and no hope of cure.

Chorus: (strophe 2)

Alas! I pity him. Without a friend,
Without a fellow-sufferer, left alone,
Deprived of all the mutual joys that flow
From sweet society- distempered too!
How can he bear it? O unhappy race
Of mortal man! doomed to an endless round
Of sorrows, and immeasurable woe!

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