Sophocles' PHILOCTETES Complete

Translated by Th. Francklin.

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Page 53

Neoptolemus: His distress
Doth move me much. Trust me, I long have felt
Compassion for him.

Philoctetes: Oh then by the gods
Pity me now, my son, nor let mankind
Reproach thee for a fraud so base.

Neoptolemus: Alas!
What shall I do? Would I were still at Scyros!
For I am most unhappy.

Philoctetes: O my son!
Thou art not base by nature, but misguided
By those who are, to deeds unworthy of thee.
Turn then thy fraud on them who best deserve it;
Restore my arms, and leave me.

Neoptolemus: Speak, my friends,
What's to be done? (Ulysses enters suddenly.)

Ulysses: Ah! dost thou hesitate?
Traitor, be gone! Give me the arms.

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