Sophocles' PHILOCTETES Complete

Translated by Th. Francklin.

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Page 39

Neoptolemus: Is it thy wound
That pains thee thus?

Philoctetes: No; I am better now.
O gods!

Neoptolemus: Why dost thou call thus on the gods?

Philoctetes: To smile propitious, and preserve us- Oh!

Neoptolemus: Thou art in misery. Tell me- wilt thou not?

What is it?

Philoctetes: O my son! I can no longer
Conceal it from thee. Oh! I die, I perish;
By the great gods let me implore thee, now
This moment, if thou hast a sword. oh! strike,
Cut off this painful limb, and end my being!

Neoptolemus: What can this mean, that unexpected thus
It should torment thee?

Philoctetes: Know you not, my son?

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