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NEOPTOLEMUS
Leave theel No!
But how to make thee go with pleasure hence,
There I'm distressed.
PHILOCTETES
I understand thee not;
What means my son?
NEOPTOLEMUS
I can no longer hide
The dreadful secret from thee; thou art going
To Troy, e'en to the Greeks, to the Atreidae.
PHILOCTETES
Alas! what sayest thou?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Do not weep, but hear me.
PHILOCTETES
What must I hear? what wilt thou do with me?
NEOPTOLEMUS
First set thee free; then carry thee, my friend,
To conquer Troy.
NEOPTOLEMUS
This am I bound to do.
PHILOCTETES
Is this indeed thy purpose?
PHILOCTETES
Then am I lost,
Undone, betrayed. Canst thou, my friend, do this?
Give me my arms again.
NEOPTOLEMUS
It cannot be.
I must obey the powers who sent me hither;
Justice enjoins—the common cause demands it.
PHILOCTETES
Thou worst of men, thou vile artificer
Of fraud most infamous, what hast thou done?
How have I been deceived? Dost thou not blush