Philoctetes

Sophocles

Sophocles the plays and fragments, Part 4: The Philoctetes. Jebb, Richard Claverhouse, Sir, translator. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1898.

  1. Well said, son! Now what is the reason that you have come complaining against them with this fierce wrath?
Neoptolemus
  1. I will tell you—and yet it is hard to tell—
  2. the outrage that I suffered from them upon my arrival there. For when fate decreed that Achilles should die—
Philoctetes
  1. Ah, me! Tell me no more, until I first know this—is the son of Peleus dead?
Neoptolemus
  1. Dead—not by a mortal hand, but by a god’s.
  2. He was brought down, as men say, by the arrow of Phoebus.
Philoctetes
  1. Well, 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.
Neoptolemus
  1. Your own sorrows, I think, are enough
  2. for you, unhappy man, without mourning for those of your neighbor.
Philoctetes
  1. You speak the truth. Therefore tell me again what happened to you, and how they wronged you.
Neoptolemus
  1. They came for me in a ship elaborately ornamented, shining Odysseus, and he who fostered my father,