by 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!