O friends, return, come back to me!ChorusTo do what that has a different spirit from that of your former commands?PhiloctetesThere is no reason for indignation when the words of one crazedby a storm of pain are senseless.ChorusCome with us, then, poor man, as we bid you.PhiloctetesNever, never—of that be certain! Not even if the lord of the fiery lightning comes to wrap me in the blaze of his thunderbolts!Ilium be damned, and as many of the men before its walls as dared reject this foot of mine! But oh, friends, grant me one wish!ChorusWhat would you ask?PhiloctetesA sword, if you can find one, or an axe, or any weapon—please, pass it to me!ChorusThat you may execute what scheme?