from now on to make me delight in my home. Now to my ship! And you, son of Poeas, farewell—as best you can, farewell! May the gods free you of your disease, just as you wish! But we must be going, so that wemay set sail whenever the god permits our voyage.PhiloctetesAre you setting out already, son?NeoptolemusYes, since opportunity bids us watch near our ship for a fair wind, rather than from afar.