Let me bear the sufferings that are fated me. But what you promised me with your right hand in mine—to bring me home,—that promise fulfil for me, son,and do not delay, or remind me further of Troy. I have had my fill of grief and lamentations.NeoptolemusIf it is your will, let us go.PhiloctetesO noble words!NeoptolemusNow lean your steps firmly upon mine.PhiloctetesAs far as my strength allows.NeoptolemusBut how shall I escape blame from the Achaeans?PhiloctetesDisregard it.NeoptolemusWhat if they ravage my country?PhiloctetesI will be there—NeoptolemusAnd what aid will you render?