Beneath thy feet imploring? Base betrayer!
To rob me of my bow, the means of life,
The only means- give 'em,
restore 'em to me!
Do not take all Alas Alas! he hears me not,
Nor deigns to speak, but casts an angry look
That says I never shall be free again.
O mountains, rivers, rocks, and
savage herds!
To you I speak- to you alone I now
Must breathe my sorrows; you are wont to hear
My sad complaints, and I will tell you all
That I have suffered from Achilles' son,
Who, bound by
solemn oath to bear me hence
To my dear native soil, now sails for Troy.
The perjured
wretch first gave his plighted hand,
Then stole the
sacred arrows of my friend,
The son of Jove, the great Alcides; those
He means to show the Greeks, to
snatch me hence
And boast his prize, as if poor Philoctetes,
This empty shade, were
worthy of his arm.
Had I been what I was, he ne'er had thus
Subdued me, and e'en now to fraud alone
He owes the
conquest. I have been betrayed!
Give me my arms again, and be thyself
Once more. Oh, speak! Thou wilt not? Then I'm lost.
O my poor hut! again I come to thee
Naked and
destitute of food; once more
Receive me, here to die; for now, no longer
Shall my swift arrow reach the flying prey,
Or on the mountains
pierce the wandering herd:
I shall myself afford a
banquet now
To those I used to feed on- they the hunters,
And I their easy prey; so shall the blood
Which I so oft have shed be paid by mine;
And all this too from him whom once I deemed
Stranger to fraud nor
capable of ill;
And yet I will not curse thee till I know
Whether thou still retainst thy
horrid purpose,
Or dost
repent thee of it; if thou dost not,
Destruction wait thee!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
We attend your pleasure,
My royal lord, we must be gone; determine
To leave, or take him with us.
NEOPTOLEMUS
His distress
Doth move me much. Trust me, I long have felt
Compassion for him.
PHILOCTETES
Oh then by the gods
Pity me now, my son, nor let mankind
Reproach thee for a fraud so base.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Alas!
What shall I do? Would I were still at Scyros!
For I am most
unhappy.
PHILOCTETES
O my son!
Thou art not base by nature, but misguided
By those who are, to deeds un
worthy of thee.
Turn then thy fraud on them who best
deserve it;
Restore my arms, and leave me.
NEOPTOLEMUS
Speak, my friends,
What's to be done?
(ULYSSES enters suddenly.)
ULYSSES
Ah! dost thou hesitate?
Traitor, be gone! Give me the arms.
PHILOCTETES
Ah me!
Ulysses here?
ULYSSES
Aye! 'tis Ulysses' self
That stands before thee.
PHILOCTETES
Then I'm lost, betrayed!
This was the cruel spoiler.
ULYSSES
Doubt it not.
'Twas I; I do
confess it.
PHILOCTETES (to NEOPTOLEMUS)
O my son!
Give me them back.
ULYSSES
It must not be; with them
Thyself must go, or we shall drag thee hence.
PHILOCTETES
And will they force me? O thou
daring villain!
ULYSSES
They will, unless thou dost consent to go.
PHILOCTETES
Wilt thou, O Lemnos! wilt thou,
mighty Vulcan!
With thy all-conquering fire, permit me thus
To be torn from thee?
ULYSSES
Know, great Jove himself
Doth here
preside. He hath decreed thy fate;
I but perform his will.
PHILOCTETES
Detested
wretch,
Mak'st thou the gods a cover for thy crime?
Do they teach falsehood?
ULYSSES
No, they taught me truth,
And
therefore, hence- that way thy journey lies.
(Pointing to the sea)
PHILOCTETES
It doth not.
ULYSSES
But I say it must be so.
PHILOCTETES
And Philoctetes then was born a slave!
I did not know it,
ULYSSES
No; I mean to place thee
E'en with the noblest, e'en with those by whom
Proud Troy must
perish.
PHILOCTETES
Never will I go,
Befall what may,
whilst this deep cave is open
To bury all my sorrows.
ULYSSES
What wouldst do?
PHILOCTETES
Here throw me down, dash out my
desperate brains
Against this rock, and
sprinkle it with my blood.
ULYSSES (to the CHORUS)
Seize, and prevent him!
(They seize him.)
PHILOCTETES
Manacled! O hands!
How
helpless are you now! those arms, which once
Protected, thus torn from you! (To ULYSSES)
Thou abandoned,
Thou shameless
wretch! from whom nor truth nor justice,
Naught that becomes the
generous mind, can flow,
How hast thou used me! how betrayed! Suborned
This stranger, this poor youth, who, worthier far
To be my friend than thine, was only here
Thy
instrument; he knew not what he did,
And now, thou seest,
repents him of the crime
Which brought such guilt on him, such woes on me.
But thy foul soul, which from its dark recess
Trembling looks forth,
beheld him void of art,
Un
willing as he was, instructed him,
And made him soon a master in deceit.
I am thy prisoner now; e'en now thou meanst
To drag me hence, from this
unhappy shore,
Where first thy
malice left me, a poor exile,
Deserted, friendless, and though living, dead
To all mankind. Perish the vile betrayer!
Oh! I have cursed thee often, but the gods
Will never bear the prayers of Philoctetes.
Life and its joys are thine,
whilst I,
unhappy,
Am but the scorn of thee, and the Atreidae,
Thy
haughty masters. Fraud and force compelled thee,
Or thou hadst never sailed with them to Troy.
I lent my
willing aid; with seven brave ships
I ploughed the main to serve them. In return
They cast me forth, disgraced me, left me here.
Thou sayst they did it; they
impute the crime
To thee. And what will you do with me now?
And whither must I go? What end, what purpose
Could urge thee to it? I am nothing, lost
And dead already. Wherefore- tell me, wherefore?-
Am I not still the same detested burthen,
Loathsome and lame? Again must Philoctetes
Disturb your holy rites? If I am with you
How can you make libations? That was once
Your vile
pretence for inhumanity.
Oh! may you
perish for the deed! The gods
Will grant it sure, if justice be their care
And that it is I know. You had not left
Your native soil to seek a
wretch like me
Had not some
impulse from the powers above,
Spite of yourselves, ordained it. O my country!
And you, O gods! who look upon this deed,
Punish, in pity to me,
punish all
The
guilty band! Could I behold them
perish,
My wounds were nothing; that would heal them all.
LEADER (to ULYSSES)
Observe, my lord, what
bitterness of soul
His words express; he bends not to misfortune,
But seems to brave it.
ULYSSES
I could answer him,
Were this a time for words; but now, no more
Than this- I act as best befits our purpose.
Where
virtue, truth, and justice are required
Ulysses yields to none; I was not born
To be o'ercome, and yet
submit to thee.
Let him remain. Thy arrows shall suffice;
We want thee not! Teucer can draw thy bow
As well as thou; myself with equal strength
Can aim the
deadly shaft, with equal skill.
What could thy presence do? Let Lemnos keep thee.
Farewell! perhaps the honours once designed
For thee may be reserved to grace Ulysses.
PHILOCTETES
Alas! shall Greece then see my deadliest foe
Adorned with arms which I alone should bear?