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LEADER OF <strong>THE</strong> CHORUS<br />

We attend your pleasure,<br />

My royal lord, we must be gone; determine<br />

To leave, or take him with us.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

His distress<br />

Doth move me much. Trust me, I long have felt<br />

Compassion for him,<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Oh! then by the gods<br />

Pity me now, my son, nor let mankind<br />

Reproach thee for a fraud so base.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

Alas!<br />

What shall I do? Would I were still at Scyros!<br />

For I am most unhappy.<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

O my son!<br />

Thou art not base by nature, but misguided<br />

By those who are, to deeds unworthy of thee.<br />

Turn then thy fraud on them who best deserve it;<br />

Restore my arms, and leave me.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

Speak, my friends,<br />

What's to be done?<br />

(ULYSSES enters suddenly,)<br />

ULYSSES<br />

Ah! dost thou hesitate?<br />

Traitor, be gone! Give me the arms.<br />

Ulysses here?<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

ULYSSES<br />

Aye! 'tis Ulysses'self<br />

That stands before thee.<br />

Ah me!<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Then I'm lost, betrayed!<br />

This was the cruel spoiler.

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