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Nor I.<br />

Sophocles [753<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

That's stranger still.<br />

No.<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

My son, my son!<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

This new attack is terrible indeed!<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

'Tis inexpressible! Have pity on me!<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

What shall I do?<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Do not be terrified,<br />

And leave me. Its returns are regular,<br />

And like the traveller, when its appetite<br />

Is satisfied, it will depart. Oh! oh!<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

Thou art oppressed with ills on every side.<br />

Give me thy hand. Come, wilt thou lean upon me?<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

No; but these arrows take; preserve 'em for me.<br />

A little while, till I grow better. Sleep<br />

Is coming on me, and my pains will cease.<br />

Let me be quiet. If meantime our foes<br />

Surprise thee, let nor force nor artifice<br />

Deprive thee of the great, the precious trust<br />

I have reposed in thee; that were ruin<br />

To thee, and to thy friend.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

Be not afraid—<br />

No hands but mine shall touch them; give them to me.

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