Well said, son! Now what is the reason that you have come complaining against them with this fierce wrath?NeoptolemusI will tell you—and yet it is hard to tell—the outrage that I suffered from them upon my arrival there. For when fate decreed that Achilles should die—PhiloctetesAh, me! Tell me no more, until I first know this—is the son of Peleus dead?NeoptolemusDead—not by a mortal hand, but by a god’s.He was brought down, as men say, by the arrow of Phoebus.PhiloctetesWell, noble alike are the slayer and the slain. But I am at a loss to know, son, whether I should first inquire into the wrong done you, or mourn the dead.NeoptolemusYour own sorrows, I think, are enoughfor you, unhappy man, without mourning for those of your neighbor.PhiloctetesYou speak the truth. Therefore tell me again what happened to you, and how they wronged you.NeoptolemusThey came for me in a ship elaborately ornamented, shining Odysseus, and he who fostered my father,