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ULYSSES<br />

Witness ye gods! Here, in the name of Greece<br />

And the Atreidae, I forbid it.<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Ha!<br />

What voice is that? Ulysses'?<br />

ULYSSES<br />

Aye, 'tis I —<br />

I who perforce will carry thee to Troy<br />

Spite of Achilles' son.<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

(He aims an arrow directly at ULYSSES.)<br />

Not if I aim<br />

This shaft aright.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS (laying hold of him)<br />

Now, by the gods, I beg thee<br />

Stop thy rash hand!<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Let go my arm.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Shall I not slay my enemy?<br />

I will not.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

Oh, no!<br />

'Twould cast dishonour on us both.<br />

(ULYSSES hastily departs.)<br />

PHILOCTETES<br />

Thou knowst,<br />

These Grecian chiefs are loud pretending boasters,<br />

Brave but in tongue, and cowards in the field.<br />

NEOPTOLEMUS<br />

I know it; but remember, I restored<br />

Thy arrows to thee, and thou hast no cause<br />

For rage or for complaint against thy fniend.

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