Why do you groan like this and call on the gods?PhiloctetesThat they may come to me with power to save and soothe.—Ai! Ai!NeoptolemusWhat troubles you? Speak, do not keep so silent. It is plain enough that you are suffering somehow.PhiloctetesI am destroyed, boy—I can never conceal my suffering when you are close. Ah! Ah! It shoots through me, shoots straight through! Oh, the pain,the misery!