# Tragedies of Sophocles (Plumptre 1878)/Philoctetes

This text is the heavily revised second edition of Plumptre's translation.
From the Preface: "I have indicated by brackets lines which are looked on by one or more critics of repute as spurious, and by an asterisk (*) the more prominent passages in which the text is so uncertain, or the construction so difficult, that the rendering must be looked on as, at best, somewhat uncertain." The line numbers at right refer to the Greek text, not to the translation.
See also the rhymed choral odes from this play in the Appendix
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PHILOCTETES.
ARGUMENT.
Philoctetes, son of Pœas, king of the Malians, of Œta, in Thessaly, wooed Helena, the daughter of Tyndareus; and her father having bound him and the other suitors by an oath, to defend her in case of wrong, he joined the great expedition of the Hellenes against Troïa. And as he landed at Chryse, treading rashly on the sacred ground of the nymph from whom the island took its name, he was bitten in the foot by a snake; and the wound became so noisome, and the cries of his agony so sharp, that the host could not endure his presence, and sent him in charge of Odysseus to Lemnos, and there he was left. And nine years passed away, and Achilles had died, and Hector, and Aias, and yet Troïa was not taken. But the Greeks took prisoner Helenos, a son of Priam, who had the gift of prophecy, and they learnt from him that it was decreed that it should never be taken but by the son of Achilles, and with the bow of Heracles. Now, this bow was in the hands of Philoctetes, for Heracles loved him, because he found him faithful; and when he died on Œta, it was Philoctetes who climbed up the hill with him, and prepared the funeral pyre, and kindled it: therefore Heracles gave him his arrows and his bow. The Hellenes, then, first sent to Skyros to fetch Neoptolemos, the son of Achilles, and then, when he had arrived, they despatched him with Odysseus to bring Philoctetes from Lemnos.
Dramatis Personæ.
* Odysseus.
* Neoptolemos, son of Achilles.
* Philoctetes.
* Heracles.
* Attendant.
* Sailor.
PHILOCTETES.
SCENE—The Shore of Lemnos. Rocks and a Cave in the background.
Enter Odysseus, Neoptolemos, and Attendant, followed by Chorus of Sailors, who remain in the background.
Odys. Here, then, we reach this shore of sea-girt isle, Of Lemnos, by the foot of man untrod, Without inhabitant, where, long ago, (O thou who growest up to man's estate, Sprung from a father noblest of the Greeks, Son of Achilles, Neoptolemos,) I set on shore the Melian, Pœas' son, His foot all ulcerous with an eating sore, Sent on this errand by the chiefs that rule; For never were we able tranquilly To join in incense-offerings, nor to pour Libations, but with clamour fierce and wild He harassed all the encampment, shouting loud,10 And groaning low. What need to speak of this? It is no time for any length of speech, Lest he should hear of my approach, and I Upset the whole contrivance wherewithal I think to take him. But thy task it is ​To do thine office now, and search out well Where lies a cavern here with double mouth, Where in the winter twofold sunny side Is found to sit in, while in summer heat The breeze sends slumber through the tunnelled vault; And just below, a little to the left,20 Thou may'st perchance a stream of water see, If still it flow there. Go, and show in silence If he is dwelling in this self-same spot, Or wanders elsewhere, that in all that comes Thou may'st give heed to me, and I may speak, And common counsels work for good from both.
Neop. [Clambering on the rocks.] Ο King Odysseus, no far task thou giv'st; For such a cave, methinks, I see hard by.
Odys. Above thee or below? for this I see not.
Neop. *Here, just above; yet footstep there is none.
Odys. Look to it lest he chance to sleep within.30
Neop. I see an empty cave untenanted.
Odys. *Are there no household luxuries within?
Neop. Some leaves pressed down as for some dweller's use.
Odys. Is all else empty? nought beneath the roof?
Neop. A simple cup of wood, the common work Of some poor craftsman, and this tinder stuff.
Odys. His precious store it is thou tell'st me of.
Neop. [Starting back.] Ah! . . . And here, too, these rags are set to dry, Full of some foul and sickening noisomeness.
Odys. Clearly the man is dwelling in this spot,40 And is not distant. How could one so worn With that old evil in his foot go far? But either he is gone in search of food, Or knows perchance some herb medicinal; ​And therefore send this man to act the scout, Lest he should come upon me unawares, For he would rather seize on me than take All other Argives. [Exit Attendant.
Neop. He is gone to watch The path. If aught thou needest, speak again.
Odys. Now should'st thou prove thyself, Achilles' son,50 Stout-hearted for the task for which thou cam'st, Not in thy body only, but if thou Should'st hear strange things, by thee unknown till now, Still give thy help, as subaltern to me.
Neop. What dost thou bid me?
Odys. Thou must cheat and trick The heart of Philoctetes with thy words; And when he asks thee who and what thou art, Say thou 'rt Achilles' son, (that hide thou not,) And that thou sailest homeward, leaving there The Achæans' armament; with bitter hate Hating them all, who having sent to beg Thy coming with their prayers, as having this60 Their only way to capture Ilion's towers, Then did not deign to grant thee, seeking them With special claims, our great Achilles' arms, But gave them to Odysseus. What thou wilt Say thou against me to the utmost ill: In this thou wilt not grieve me; but if thou Wilt not do this, on all the Argive host Thou wilt bring sorrow; for, unless we get His bow and arrows, it will not be thine To sack the plain of Dardanos. And how I cannot have, and thou may'st have access70 To him both safe and trustworthy, learn thus; ​For thou hast sailed as bound by oath to none, Not by constraint, nor with the earlier host, But none of all these things can I deny; So, if he sees me while he holds his bow, I perish, and shall cause thy death as well. But this one piece of craft thou needs must work, That thou may'st steal those arms invincible. I know, Ο boy, thy nature is not apt To speak such things, nor evil guile devise;80 But sweet it is to gain the conqueror's prize; Therefore be bold. Hereafter, once again, We will appear in sight of all as just. But now for one short day give me thyself, And cast off shame, and then, in time to come, Be honoured, as of all men most devout.
Neop. The things, Ο son of Lartios, which I grieve To hear in words, those same I hate to do. I was not born to act with evil arts, Nor I myself, nor, as they say, my sire. Prepared am I to take the man by force,90 And not by fraud; for he with one weak foot Will fail in strength to master force like ours; And yet, being sent thy colleague, I am loth To get the name of traitor; but I wish, Ο king, to miss my mark in acting well, Rather than conquer, acting evilly.
Odys. Ο son of noble sire, I, too, when young, Had a slow tongue and ready-working hand; But now, by long experience, I have found Not deeds, but words prevail at last with men.
Neop. But what is all thou bidd'st me say but lies?100
Odys. I bid thee Philoctetes take with guile.
Neop. And why by guile, when suasion might succeed?
Odys. He will not hearken, and by force thou can'st not.
Neop. Has he so dread a strength whereto he trusts?
Odys. His darts unerring, bringing swiftest death.
Neop. Is it not safe, then, e'en to speak with him?
Odys. Not so, unless, as I repeat, in guile.
Neop. Dost thou not count it base to utter lies?
Odys. Not so, when falsehood brings deliverance.
Neop. But with what face can one such falsehoods speak?110
Odys. When acts bring gain, it is not well to shrink.
Neop. What gain for me that he should come to Troïa?
Odys. This bow and this alone shall Troïa take.
Neop. Am I not destined, as thou said'st, to take it?
Odys. Nor thou from these, nor these from thee apart.
Neop. If so it stands, then we must hunt for them.
Odys. So doing thou shalt gain two gifts of price.
Neop. What are they? Learning them I shall not shrink.
Odys. Thou shalt be known at once as wise and good.
Neop. Come, then, I'll do it, casting off all shame.120
Odys. Rememb'rest thou the counsel that I gave?
Neop. Be sure of that, when I have once agreed.
Odys. Do thou, then, here abiding, wait for him, And I will go, lest I be seen with thee, And send our scout to yon ship back again. And if ye seem to me to linger long, The self-same man will I send back, in guise Of seaman's dress, his form disguising so That he may come unknown; and thou, my son, ​When he speaks craftily, do thou receive130 The things that profit in each word he drops: Now to the ship I go, and trust to thee; And Hermes, God of Guile, who sends us on, And Victory, e'en Athena Polias, Who saves me ever, lead us on to win. [Exit.
Chorus advances.
Stroph. I.
Chor. What, what is meet, my prince, For me, a stranger in a land that 's strange, To utter or conceal, With one so prone to look suspiciously? Tell me, I pray; his art All other art and counsel still excels, Whose hands the sceptre wield That Zeus assigns from heaven to them that rule;140 And thou, my son, hast gained This glory of the old ancestral past; Tell me, then, tell, I pray, What service 'tis our work to do for thee.
Neop. Now, it may be, thou dost wish To see the place where he lies Far off. Take courage, and look; But when he appears who went forth, Wayfarer dread from this home, Then come thou at my beck, And strive to render thy help As each present need may demand.
Antistroph. I.
Chor. Thou tellest, Ο my king,150 Of what has been full long a care to us, ​To watch that eye of thine For thine especial need; but tell, I pray, What kind of home is his, And in what spot he now may chance to be. 'Tis not unmeet to know, Lest he should fall upon me unawares. What place, what seat has he, What path, or near, or far, does he now tread?
Neop. Thou see'st this dwelling with its double door, Its chamber in the rock.160
Chor. And where is that poor sufferer absent now?
Neop. To me it is plain that he treads This path near, hunting for food. For this is the fashion of life, So rumour runs, that he leads, With swift darts shooting the game, Wretched, and wretchedly fed, And that here none wendeth his way, As friend and healer of ills.
Stroph. II.
Chor. I pity him, for one, Thinking how he, with none to care for him,170 Seeing no face of friend, Ever, poor wretch, in dreary loneliness, Suffers from sore disease, And wanders on in sore perplexity At every urgent need. Oh, how, yea, how can he his sorrows bear? *O handiwork of Gods! Ο wretched men, who miss their life's true mean?
Antistroph. II.
He, born of ancient house, And falling short of none of all the line,180 ​Now stript of all the things That make up life, lies here, apart from all, With dappled deer, or beasts With shaggy manes, still dwelling in his pain, In hunger fierce, with grief That none can heal; and Echo far and wide, With ever-babbling cry, Repeats his wail of bitter, loud lament.190
Neop. I wonder at none of these things; If I err not, they come from a God, From Chryse, ruthless of soul. And now the woes that he bears, With none to care for him near, From some God needs must they come, That he may not Troïa destroy With darts of Gods none can resist, Ere the time run on to its close, When, as they say, it is doomed To be by those weapons subdued.200
Chor. Hush, hush, Ο boy!
Neop. What is this?
Chor. The sounds of step we heard, As of some man who drags his weary way, Or here or there around; There falls, ah yes, there falls upon my ears Clear sound of one who creeps, Slow and reluctant, on the well-worn track. It is not hid from me That bitter cry that cometh from afar, Wearing man's strength away; For very clearly comes his wailing cry. But now, Ο boy, 'tis time . . . . . 210
Neop. For what?
Chor. For thoughts and counsels new, For lo! the man is not far off, but near; No note of reed-pipe his, As shepherd roaming idly through the fields, But stumbling, for sheer pain, He utters a lament that travels far, Or seeing this our ship Lying anchored in the bay inhospitable; For sharp and dread his cry.
Enter Philoctetes, in worn and tattered raiment.
Phil. Ho, there, my friends! Who are ye that have come to this our shore,220 And by what chance? for neither is it safe To anchor in, nor yet inhabited. What may I guess your country and your race? Your outward guise and dress of Hellas speak, To me most dear, and yet I fain would hear Your speech and draw not back from me in dread, As fearing this my wild and savage look, But pity one unhappy, left alone, Thus helpless, friendless, worn with many ills. Speak, if it be ye come to me as friends: Nay, answer me, it is not meet that I230 Should fail of this from you, nor ye from me.
Neop. Know this then first, Ο stranger, that we come, Of Hellas all; for this thou seek'st to know.
Phil. Ο dear-loved sound! Ah me! what joy it is After long years to hear a voice like thine! What led thee hither, what need brought thee here? Whither thy voyage, what blest wind bore thee on? Tell all, that I may know thee who thou art.
Neop. By birth I come from sea-girt Skyros' isle, ​And I sail homeward, I, Achilles' son,240 Named Neoptolemos. Now know'st thou all.
Phil. Ο son of dearest father, much-loved land, Thou darling boy of Lycomedes old, Whence sailing, whither bound, hast thou steered hither?
Neop. At present I from Ilion make my voyage.
Phil. What say'st thou? Thou wast surely not with us A sailor when the fleet to Ilion came?
Neop. What? Did'st thou, too, share that great enterprise?
Phil. And know'st thou not, Ο boy, whom thou dost see?
Neop. How can I know a man I ne'er beheld?250
Phil. And did'st thou never hear my name, nor fame Of these my ills, in which I pined away?
Neop. Know that I nothing know of what thou ask'st.
Phil. Ο crushed with many woes, and of the Gods Hated am I, of whom, in this my woe, No rumour travelled homeward, nor went forth Through any clime of Hellas! But the men Who cast me out in scorn of holiest laws Laugh in their sleeve, and this my sore disease Still grows apace, and passes into worse. My son, Ο boy that call'st Achilles sire,260 Lo! I am he, of whom perchance thou heard'st, That I possess the arms of Heracles, The son of Pœas, Philoctetes, whom Our generals twain and Kephallene's king Basely cast forth thus desolate, worn out Through fierce disease, with bite of murderous snake, Fierce bite, sore smitten; and with that, Ο boy, ​Thus desolate they left me, when they touched From sea-girt Chryse in their armament;270 And when they saw me, tired and tempest-worn, Asleep in vaulted cave upon the shore, Gladly they went, and left me, giving me Some wretched rags that might a beggar suit, And some small store of food they chanced to have. And thou, my son, what kind of waking-up Think'st thou I had, when I arose from sleep, And found them gone,—what bitter tears I wept, What groans of woe I uttered? when I saw The ships all gone, with which till then I sailed, And no man on the spot to give me aid,280 Nor help me struggling with my sore disease; And, looking all around, I nothing found But pain and torment, and of this, my son, Full plenteous store. And so the years went on, Month after month, and in this lowly cell I needs must wait upon myself. My bow Found what my hunger needed, striking down The swift-winged doves, but whatsoe'er the dart, Sent from the string, might hit, to that poor I290 Must wend my way, and drag my wretched foot, Even to that; and if I wanted drink, Or, when the frost was out in winter time, Had need to cleave my firewood, this poor I Crept out, and fetched. And then no fire had I, But rubbing stone with stone I brought to light, Not without toil, the spark deep hid within; And this e'en now preserves me; for a cell To dwell in, if one has but fire, provides All that I need, except release from pain. And now, my son, learn thou this island's tale:300 No sailor here approaches willingly, ​For neither is there harbour, nor a town, Where sailing he may profit gain, or lodge. No men of prudence make their voyage here; Yet some, perchance, may come against their will; (Such things will happen in the lapse of years;) And these, my son, when they do come, in words Show pity on me, and perchance they give Some food in their compassion, and some clothes; But none is willing, when I mention that,310 To take me safely home, but here poor I Wear out my life, for nine long years and more, In hunger and distress this eating sore Still nursing. Such the deeds th' Atreidæ did, And great Odysseus. May the Olympian Gods Give them to bear like recompense for this!
Chor. I seem, Ο Pœas' son, to pity thee As much as any stranger that has come.
Neop. And I myself am witness to thy words, And know that they are true, for I have found320 The Atreidæ and the great Odysseus base.
Phil. What! Hast thou too a grudge against those vile ones, The Atreidæ, that thy wrongs have stirred thy rage?
Neop. Would it were mine some day to glut my rage! That Sparta and Mykenæ both might know, That Skyros, too, is mother of brave men.
Phil. Well said, Ο boy! And what offence has caused This mighty wrath with which thou comest here?
Neop. I'll tell thee, Pœas' son, though scarce I can,330 What I endured of outrage at their hands; For when the Fates decreed Achilles' death, . . . .
Phil. Ah me! Speak nothing further till I learn This first; and is the son of Peleus dead?
Neop. Dead is he, not by any man shot down, But by a God,—by Phœbos, as they say.
Phil. Well, noble He that slew, and he that fell; And I, my son, am much in doubt, if first To ask thy sufferings, or to mourn for him.
Neop. Thine own misfortunes are enough, I trow; Thou need'st not sorrow o'er thy neighbour's lot.340
Phil. Thou sayest well, and therefore tell again That business in the which they outraged thee.
Neop. There came for me in ship all gaily decked, High-born Odysseus, and my father's friend, Who reared his youth, and said, or true or false, That since my father's death none else but me Might take the Towers. And so with words like these, Ο stranger, no long time they kept me there From sailing quickly; chiefly in my love, My longing love for him who lay there dead,350 That I might see him yet unsepulchred, For never had I known him. Next to this, Promise full fair there was that I should go, And take the Towers that over Troïa hang. And as I sailed our second morning's voyage, With prospering oar Sigeion's shore I reached, Full bitter to me; and forthwith the host, All standing round, with one voice greeted me, E'en as I landed, swearing that they saw Achilles who was gone, alive again; He then lay there, and I, poor hapless boy, Wept over him, and not long after went360 To those Atreidæ as my friends, (for so ​'Twas meet to think them,) and of them I asked My father's arms, and all things else of his. And they spake out, ah me! a shameless speech: "Ο offspring of Achilles, all the rest That was thy father's it is thine to choose; But of those arms another now is lord, Laertes' son." And I with many a tear Rise up in hot displeasure, and I say, In my fierce wrath, "Ο wretch! and have ye dared To give my arms, before ye learnt my mind,370 To any but to me?" And then there spake Odysseus, for he chanced to stand hard by, "Yea, boy; most justly have they given them me, For I, being with him, saved both him and them." And I, being angry, hurled all evil words Straight in his teeth, and nothing left unsaid, Should he deprive me of those arms of mine. And he at this point, though not prone to wrath, Stung to the quick, thus answered what he heard: "Thou wast not where we were, but stood'st aloof Where thou should'st not; and since thou speak'st to us, So bold of tongue, with these thou ne'er shalt sail380 To Skyros back." And hearing words like these. And foul reproaches, now I homeward sail, Out of mine own rights cheated by a man Base-born, Odysseus, basest of the base. And yet I blame not him so much as those Who reign supreme; for all a city hangs, And all an army, on the men that rule; And they who wax unruly in their deeds Come to be base through mood of those that guide. Now my whole tale is told, and he who hates The Atreidæ, may he be my friend and God's!390
Chor. O Goddess Earth, that reignest on the hills, Giver of food to all; Mother of Zeus himself, Who dwellest where the full Pactolos rolls Its streams o'er golden sands; There also, dreaded Mother, I invoked thee, When all the scorn of the Atreidæ fell On him who standeth here, When they his father's weapons gave away (O Holy One, who sittest on thy car,400 On lions fierce that slay the mighty bulls!) To Lartios' son a glory and a prize.
Phil. 'Twould seem that you have hither sailed, my friends, With sorrow's friendship-token, and with mine Your voice accords, so that I see these deeds Are by the Atreidæ and Odysseus done: For well I know that he with that glib tongue Leaves no base speech or subtlety untouched, From which nought right shall in the issue spring. At this I marvel not, but much to think410 The elder Aias should have seen and borne it.
Neop. He was not living, friend. Had he but lived, I had not then been plundered of these things.
Phil. What say'st thou? Is he also dead and gone?
Neop. Think thou of him as seeing light no more.
Phil. Ah, wretched me! That son to Tydeus born, That child of Sisyphos that Lartios bought, ​They will not die;—for they ought not to live.
Neop. Not dead are they, be sure: but, lo! they live, And now are mighty in the Argives' host.420
Phil. And what of that old worthy, my good friend, Nestor of Pylos; for he still was wont With his wise counsels to restrain their ill.
Neop. He, too, fares badly, since Antilochos, His dear-loved son, has left him and is dead.
Phil. Ah, me! These two that thou hast told me of, Were those whose deaths I least had wished to hear. Fie on it! fie! and whither can one look, When these men die and here Odysseus lives, Who ought in their stead to be named a corpse?430
Neop. A crafty foe is he, yet craftiest schemes, Ο Philoctetes, oft a hindrance find.
Phil. Now tell me, by the Gods, and where is he, Patroclos, whom thy father loved so well?
Neop. He too is dead, and I, in one short speech, Will tell thee this, that war ne'er wills to take One scoundrel soul, but evermore the good.
Phil. I bear thee witness, and for that same reason I'll ask thee now of one of little worth, But open-mouthed and crafty, how he fares.440
Neop. And who is this thou speak'st of but Odysseus?
Phil. I mean not him, but one, Thersites named, Who never was content to speak but once, When no man asked him,—know'st thou if he lives?
Neop. I saw him not, but heard that still he lived.
Phil. Well may he live, for nothing bad will die, So well the Gods do fence it round about; And still they joy to turn from Hades back The cunning and the crafty, while they send The just and good below. What thoughts can I450 ​Of such things form, how offer praise, when still, Praising the Gods, I find the Gods are base?
Neop. I, Ο thou son of sire whom Œta knows I, for the future, with a far-off glance At Ilion and the Atreidæ, stand on guard; And where the worse o'erpowers the better man, And good things perish, and the coward wins, These men, and such as these, I ne'er will love; But rocky Skyros shall in time to come Suffice for me to take mine ease at home.460 Now to my ship I go. And thou, Ο son Of Pœas, fare thee well, good luck be thine, And may the Gods release thee from thy pain, As thou desirest! Now then let us start; When God fair weather gives us, then we sail.
Phil. And do ye start already?
Neop. Yes; the time Bids us our voyage think near, and not far off.
Phil. By thy dear sire and mother, I, my son, Implore thee as a suppliant, by all else To thee most dear, thus lonely leave me not,470 Abandoned to these evils which thou see'st, With which thou hearest that I still abide; But think of me as thrown on you by chance: Right well I know how noisome such a freight; Yet still do thou endure it. Noble souls Still find the base is hateful, and the good Is full of glory. And for thee, my son, Leaving me here comes shame that is not good; But doing what I ask thee thou shalt have Thy meed of greatest honour, should I reach Alive and well the shores of Œta's land. ​Come, come! The trouble lasts not one whole day:480 Take heart; receive me; put me where thou wilt, In hold, or stern, or stem, where least of all I should molest my fellow-passengers. Ah, by great Zeus, the suppliant's God, consent; I pray thee, hearken. On my knees I beg, Lame though I be and powerless in my limbs. Nay, leave me not thus desolate, away From every human footstep. Bring me safe, Or to my home, or where Chalkodon holds His seat in fair Eubœa: thence the sail To Œta and the ridge of Trachis steep,490 And fair Spercheios is not far for me, That thou may'st shew me to my father dear, Of whom long since I've feared that he perchance Has passed away. For many messages I sent to him by those who hither came, Yea, suppliant prayers that he would hither send, Himself, to fetch me home. But either he Is dead, or else, as happens oft with men Who errands take, they holding me, 'twould seem, In slight account, pushed on their homeward voyage. But now, for here I come to thee as one At once my escort and my messenger,500 Be thou my helper, my deliverer thou, Seeing all things full of fear and perilous chance, Or to fare well, or fall in evil case; And one that's free from sorrow should look out For coming dangers, and, when most at ease, Should then keep wariest watch upon his life, Lest unawares he perish utterly.
Chor. Have pity, Ο my prince, for he hath told Of sorrows which, I pray No friend of mine may know. But if, Ο prince, the Atreidæ, rough and fierce,510 Thou hatest in thy soul, I, reckoning on the profit-side for him The evil they have done, would take him home, And on my good ship swift Make for the haven which his heart desires, Escaping thus the righteous wrath of Gods.
Neop. Take heed lest thou be very pliant now, But when thou hast thy fill of that foul pest,520 Should'st shew no more at one with these thy words.
Chor. Far be that from me! Thou shalt ne'er have cause With that reproach to vilify my name.
Neop. Right shameful were it I more loth should seem Than thou to help a stranger in his need: But, if it please you, let us sail at once. And let him too be quick to start with us; Our ship will take him, will not say him nay. This only pray I, that the Gods may bring us From this land safe to where we seek to sail.
Phil. Ο day best loved by me, and man most dear,530 And ye, my sailor friends, how best may I Show in my acts the grateful love I feel? Come, let us go, my son, and bid farewell To that my homeless home, that thou may'st learn What way I lived, and how I was by nature Full stout of heart. Another man, I trow, Would hardly even bear, with glance of eye, To look on such a sight. But I have learnt, Through sheer constraint, to acquiesce in ills.
Chor. [To Neoptolemos.] Stop; let us learn. Two men draw near, the one A sailor from thy ship, the other seems540 A stranger. Ask of them, and then go in.
Enter Attendant, disguised as a trader, and a Sailor.
Attend. Son of Achilles, this thy shipmate here, Who with two others o'er the ship kept watch, I bade to tell where thou might'st chance to be; For so I met him, not intending it, But to the self-same harbour brought by chance. For I, as owner of my little boat, Was sailing home from Ilion to the shores Of Peparêthos, where the grapes grow fair; And when I heard that all those sailors there Had sailed with thee, I deemed it well to wait550 Silent no longer, but to tell thee all, And then to sail with what my news deserves: For thou know'st nought of what concerns thee much, The new plans which the Argives form for thee; Nor are they plans alone, but of a truth Are being done, no longer tarrying.
Neop. I owe thee thanks for this thy forethought, friend, And if I be not base those thanks will last. But tell me what thou mean'st, that I may know What new device thou from the Argives bring'st.560
Attend. They with good show of ships pursue thee now, The aged Phœnix and great Theseus' sons.
Neop. By force to bring me back, or by their words?
Attend. I know not; what I heard, I come to tell.
Neop. And can it be that Phœnix and his mates Make such good speed for those Atreidæ's sake?
Attend. Know that this is being done and lingers not.
Neop. How was it then Odysseus did not come, A volunteer, self-summoned? Did he fear?
Attend. He and the son of Tydeus went their way570 To seek another, when I started forth.
Neop. And who was this for whom Odysseus sailed?
Attend. There was a man, . . . . but tell me first who this I see may be, and what thou say'st, speak low.
Neop. This, friend, is Philoctetes, known to fame.
Attend. Ask me no more, but with thine utmost speed Hasten thy way, and from this island sail.
Phil. What saith he, boy, and why with darkling words Does he, that sailor, traffic in my life?
Neop. I know not what he says, but all he speaks580 He must speak out to thee, and me, and these.
Attend. Ο son of great Achilles, charge me not
Before the host with saying things I ought not; For I, doing them good service, (far at least As poor man can,) get good return for it.
Neop. I am the Atreidæ's foe, and this man here Is my best friend, because he hates them too; And thou, who comest as a friend to me, Should'st not hide from us aught of what thou heard'st.
Attend. Take heed, Ο boy.
Neop. Long since I'm on the watch.
Attend. I'll hold thee guilty.
Neop. Hold, but tell thy tale.590
Attend. That will I tell. It is to bring this man Those twain, whose names thou knowest, Tydeus' son ​And great Odysseus, sail, by oath fast bound That they will either bring him back, with words Persuading him, or else with force and arms; And all the Achæans heard Odysseus speak This clearly out. More confident was he That he should do it than the other was.
Neop. And for what cause, so long a time elapsed, Did those Atreidæ turn to seek this man Whom for so long they had in exile left?600 Whence came this yearning? Can it be the power And vengeance of the Gods who wrong requite?
Attend. All this, for thou perchance hast heard it not, I now will tell. A certain noble seer, A son of Priam, Helenos his name, There was, whom this man, going forth alone By night (I mean Odysseus, full of craft, On whom all words of shame and baseness fall) As prisoner took, and where the Achæans meet As goodly spoil displayed him. And he then, Both all the rest to them did prophesy,610 And that they should not take the Towers that hang O'er Troïa, till, with words persuading him, They fetched the man who in this island dwells. And when Laertes' offspring heard the seer Say this, he straightway promised he would bring This man, and to the Achæans show him there, And that he thought to do it with his will, But, will or nill, to bring him; and he gave Full leave to any man to take his head If he should fail. And now, boy, thou hast heard All that I know, and I must counsel speed620 For thee and him, and any man thou lov'st.
Phil. Ah, woe is me! Did he, that utter mischief, Swear to persuade me, and to bring me back ​To those Achæans? Just as soon would I Be moved, when dead, from Hades to return To light of day, as that man's father did.
Attend. Of this I know not. To my ship I go, And now God send you all his choicest gifts. [Exit.
Phil. And is it not, boy, dreadful that this man, The son of Lartios, should expect to bring me With glozing words, and show me from his ship To all the crowd of Argives? Nay, not so:630 For rather would I listen to the voice Of that dread viper which my soul most hates, That made me thus disabled. But his soul Will say all, dare all, and I know full well That he will come. But now, boy, let us go, That a wide sea may part us from the ship Odysseus sails in. Oft hath timely haste, When toil hath ceased, brought slumber and repose.
Neop. Were it not well, when this head-wind shall cease, Then to sail on, for now 'tis in our teeth?640
Phil. 'Tis all fair sailing when thou flee'st from ill.
Neop. *I know it, but the wind retards them too.
Phil. There is no wind retards the pirate's work, When time is come for theft and plundering.
Neop. Well, if it please thee, let us go, but first Take what thou needest and desirest most.
Phil. Some things there are I need, though small the choice.
Neop. What is there which thou find'st not on my ship?
Phil. A herb there is with which I mostly lull My wound's sharp pain, and make it bearable.650
Neop. Well, bring it out. What else desirest thou?
Phil. If from my quiver aught has chanced to drop Through my neglect, that no man find it here.
Neop. Is this that thou dost bear the far-famed bow?
Phil. This, and none other hold I in my hands.
Neop. And may I have a nearer view of it, And hold it, and salute it, as a God?
Phil. Thou shalt have this, my son, and if aught else Of mine shall please thee, that too shall be thine.
Neop. I wish and long, and yet my wish stands thus;660 I fain would, were it right; if not, refuse.
Phil. Thou askest but thy due, and it is right, My son, who only giv'st me to behold The light of day, and yon Œtæan shore, My aged father, and my friends,—whose arm, When I was trodden down, has raised me up Above my foes. Take heart: it shall be thine To touch them, yea, and give them back to me, And boast that thou, alone of all that live, Hast, for thy virtue's sake, laid hands on them: For I too gained them by good deeds I did.670
Neop. I grieve not now to see thee as a friend, And take thee with me, for a man that knows, Receiving good, to render good again, Would be a friend worth more than land or goods; Go thou within.
Phil. And I will take thee too: My ailment makes me crave to have thy help.
[Exeunt into the cavern.
Stroph. I.
Chor. I know the tale, though these eyes saw it not, Of him who came too near The marriage-bed of Zeus, ​*How him, a prisoner bound on whirling wheel, The son of Kronos smote, omnipotent;680 But never have I seen or heard of one Of mortal men that met A gloomier fate than his, Who having done no wrong to life or goods, But just among the just, Was brought thus low, in doom dishonourable: And wonder holds my soul, How he, still hearing in his loneliness The dashing of the breakers on the shore, Endurèd still to live A life all lamentable;690
Antistroph. I.
Where he alone was neighbour to himself, Powerless to move a limb, And having on this isle No habitant, companion in his grief, With whom to wail his sharp and bleeding pain, In echoing burst of lamentation loud, With none to stanch or soothe (When such ill came on him) The scalding blood that oozed from cankering sore Of that envenomed foot, With healing herbs, or fetch them from the earth That giveth food to all;700 But ever like a child without its nurse, Now here, now there, he dragged his writhing limbs, Wending his way for ease, When the pain respite gave:
Stroph. II.
Never from out the lap of sacred earth710 The seed-corn gathering, Nor aught that we, who live by work, enjoy, But only what perchance He gained, the pangs of hunger to appease, With those swift-wingèd darts That travelled straight and far. Ο soul deep plunged in woe, Who never, in the space of ten long years, Did know the wine-cup's joy, But still did go, where eager glance might guide, To drink of standing pool;
Antistroph. II.
But now, thou, meeting one from heroes sprung, Shalt end in being great,720 And prosper well after those woes of thine; Who now, the long months passed, Art borne in ship that travels o'er the waves To that thy father's home, Where wander Malia's nymphs, And by Spercheios' banks, Where he who bore the brazen shield, though man, Draws near, a God, to Gods, Bright with the fire that flashes from the sky, High above Œta's slopes.
Enter Philoctetes and Neoptolemos from the cavern.
Neop. Come, if thou wilt. But why, without a cause,730 Stand'st thou so silent and astonishèd?
Phil. [Groaning heavily.] Ah! ah! ah!
Neop. What means this cry?
Phil. 'Tis nought, my son; go on.
Neop. Art thou in pain from onset of disease?
Phil. Not so, not so; I think 'tis easier now. Ye Gods! ye Gods!
Neop. Why groan'st thou thus, and callest on the Gods?
Phil. That they may come with power to soothe and save. Ah! ah! ah! [Groaning in agony.]
Neop. What ails thee? Wilt thou thus thy silence keep,740 And wilt not tell? 'Tis clear some ill is on thee.
Phil. I perish, Ο my son, and cannot hide The evil from thee. Oh, it darts, it darts. Ο misery! Ο miserable me! I perish, Ο my son; it eats me up. [Gasps with suppressed agony. Oh! by the Gods, my son, if thou hast there A sword at hand, smite thou this foot of mine, And lop it off at once. Care not for life: Come, boy, be quick. . . . .
Neop. And what new sudden grief750 Is this for which thou mak'st this wailing and lament?
Phil. Thou know'st, my son.
Neop. What is 't?
Phil. Thou knowest, boy.
Neop. What is it? I know not.
Phil. How can it be Thou dost not know it well? Ah me! Ah me!
[Gasping, as before.
Neop. Sore is the growing weight of thy disease.
Phil. Yea, sore beyond all words: nay, pity me.
Neop. What shall I do then?
Phil. Do not in thy fear Desert me, for it now is come, perchance, *After long time, retreating when 'tis sated.
Neop. Ah! miserable one, most miserable,760 All worn with many woes, dost thou then wish That I should hold thee, touch thee?
Phil. Nay, not so: But take my bow and arrows, which but now Thou asked'st for, and keep them till the force Of the sharp pain be spent; yea, guard them well, For slumber takes me, when this evil ends; Nor can it cease before: but thou must leave me To sleep in peace; and should they come meanwhile, Of whom we heard, by all the Gods I charge thee, Nor with thy will, nor yet against it, give770 These things to them, by any art entrapped, Lest thou should'st deal destruction on thyself, And me who am thy suppliant.
Neop. Take good heart, If forethought can avail. To none but thee And me shall they be given. Hand them me, And good luck come with them!
Phil. [Giving his bow and arrows to Neoptolemos.] Lo there, my son! Receive thou them, but first adore the Power Whose name is Jealousy, that they may prove To thee less full of trouble than they were To me, and him who owned them ere I owned.
Neop. So be it, Ο ye Gods, to both of us; And may we have a fair and prosperous voyage780 Where God thinks right, and these our ships are bound.
Phil. I fear, Ο boy, lest all thy prayers be vain; For now the dark blood, oozing from the depths, ​Drops once again, and I await a change. Ah! ah! ah me! Fie on thee, foot, what evil wilt thou work? It creeps, it comes again on me. Ah me! Ο miserable me! Ye know it now: Flee ye not from me—flee ye not, I pray! Ο Kephallenian friend, would God this pain790 Might fasten on thy breast, and pierce thee through! Ah me! Once more, ah me! Ye generals twain,— Thou, Agamemnon, Menelaos, thou,— Would God ye both might bear this fell disease, As long a time as I! Woe, woe is me! Ο Death! Ο Death! why com'st thou not to me, Thus summoned day by day continually? And thou my son, brave boy, come, cast me in, Consume me in this Lemnian fire, dear boy,800 By me so oft invoked. I too of old, For these his arms which now thou cherishest, Thought meet to do this for the son of Zeus. What say'st thou, boy? what say'st thou? Why not speak? Where go thy thoughts now?
Neop. Troubled sore long since, Lamenting thy misfortunes.
Phil. Nay, Ο boy, Be of good cheer. It comes upon me sharply, And quickly goes away. Nay, leave me not, I pray thee, here alone.
Neop. Fear not; we'll stay.
Phil. And wilt thou stay?
Neop. Deem that beyond all doubt.810
Phil. I do not care to bind thee by an oath.
Neop. I may not go from hence apart from thee.
Phil. Give me thy hand as pledge.
Neop. I give it thee As pledge of our remaining.
Phil. [Starting in agony.] Take me there, There, there, I say.
Neop. But whither meanest thou?
Phil. Above. . . . .
Neop. [Laying hold on Philoctetes.] Why ravest thou, and why dost gaze Upon yon vault above us?
Phil. Let me go, I tell thee; let me go!
Neop. Where shall I leave thee?
Phil. Leave me, I say, a while.
Neop. It may not be.
Phil. If thou but touch me, thou wilt work my death.
Neop. [Releasing him.] And I will let thee go, if thou, indeed, Art calmer now.
Phil. [Throwing himself on the ground.] Ο Earth, receive me here, Just as I am, half-dead. This sore disease No longer lets me hold myself upright. 820[Falls asleep.
Neop. Sleep, so 'twould seem, would make the man its own In no long time; for, lo! his head droops back, And drops of sweat from all his body fall, And the dark vein from out his instep breaks, Bursting with blood. But let us leave him here In peace, that he may fall on sleep at last.
Strophe.
Chor. Come, blowing softly, Sleep, that know'st not pain, Sleep, ignorant of grief, Come softly, surely, kingly Sleep, and bless; Keep still before his eyes *The band of light which lies upon them now.830 Come, come, thou healing one: And thou, my son, take heed How thou or stand or stir, And what new counsels lie before us now; Thou see'st him: wherefore, then, Do we delay to act? Occasion guiding counsel, in all things, If used at once, gains prize of victory.
Neop. [In an altered tone, as if chanting an oracle.] He, indeed, heareth nought, and well I see that all vainly, Sailing off without him, we gain the spoil of his weapons.840 His are the glory and crown, him the God bade us bring with us; And sore disgrace will it be, false boasting of task-work unfinished.
Antistrophe.
Chor. For this, my son, God's will shall well provide; But what thou speak'st again Speak gently, Ο my son, speak gently now With 'bated breath, speak low. To all whom pain and sickness make their own, Sleep is but sleepless still, And quick to glance and see. But now, with all thy power, Look thou to that, to that, all secretly,850 ​See how thou best may'st work. Thou know'st well whom I serve; And if thy measures be the same as his, *Then men of judgment look for troubles sore.
Epode.
The time is come, my son, the time is come. All sightless, void of help, The man in darkness lies, (Right sound is sleep beneath the burning sun,) And stirs nor hand, nor foot, nor any limb,860 But seems like one in Hades stretched full length. Look to it well, and think if thou dost speak The things that suit the time. Far as my mind can grasp, The toil that brings no fear holds highest place.
Neop. I bid you hush, nor lose your wits in fear; The man has oped his eyes, and lifts his head.
Phil. [Waking.] Ο light that follow'st sleep! Ο help, my thoughts Had never dared to hope for from these strangers! For never had I dreamt, Ο boy, that thou With such true pity would'st endure to bear All these my sorrows, and remain, and help.870 The Atreidæ ne'er had heart to bear with them, As well as thou hast borne. Brave generals they! But thou, my son, who art of noble heart, And sprung from noble-hearted ones, hast made But light of all, though every sense be filled With stench and shrieks. And now, since respite seems At hand, and some refreshment after pain, Do thou, my son, upraise me, steady me, That when the pain shall leave me, we may make880 Straight for the ship, and tarry not to sail.
Neop. Right glad am I to see, beyond all hopes, That thou dost live and breathe, as free from pain; For, measured by the nature of thine ills, Thy symptoms were of one who breathes no more. But now rise up, or, if it please thee best, These men shall bear thee, nor will grudge their toil, Since this seems right to thee and me to do.
Phil. I thank thee, boy. Do thou, as thou dost say, Upraise me; but for these men, let them be, Lest they too soon be sickened with the stench;890 To dwell with me on board is bad enough.
Neop. So shall it be; but rise, and lean on me.
[Philoctetes rises, with the help of Neoptolemos, and walks, leaning on his arm.]
Phil. Be not afraid; long use will keep me straight.
Neop. [Suddenly starting.] Ο heavens! what now remains for me to do?
Phil. What ails thee, Ο my son? What words are these?
Neop. I know not how to speak my sore distress.
Phil. Distress from what? Speak not such words, my son.
Neop. And yet in that calamity I stand.
Phil. It cannot be my wound's foul noisomeness900 Hath made thee loth to take me in thy ship?
Neop. All things are noisome when a man deserts His own true self, and does what is not meet.
Phil. But thou, at least, nor doest aught nor say'st, Unworthy of thy father's soul, when thou Dost help a man right honest.
Neop. I shall seem Basest of men. Long since this tortured me.
Phil. Not from thy deeds, but from thy words I shrink.
Neop. What shall I do, Ο Zeus? Once more be found A villain, hiding things I should not hide, And speaking words most shameful?
Phil. This man seems, Unless my judgment errs, about to sail,910 Betraying and deserting me.
Neop. Not so; 'Tis not deserting thee that tortures me, But lest I take thee to thine own distress.
Phil. What means this, boy? I do not grasp thy scope.
Neop. I will hide nought. Thou must to Troïa sail, To those Atreidæ and the Argive host.
Phil. Ah me! what say'st thou?
Neop. Groan not till thou know.
Phil. What knowledge? What meanest thou to do with me?
Neop. To save thee from this evil first, and then With thee to go and ravage Troïa's plains.920
Phil. And dost thou think, indeed, to do all this?
Neop. A stern necessity compels; and thou, Hear me, and be not angry.
Phil. I am lost, Ah me! betrayed. What hast thou done to me, Ο stranger? Give me back my bow again.
Neop. That may not be. To list to those that rule Both with the right, and mine own good accords.
Phil. Thou fire, thou utter mischief, masterpiece Of craft most hateful, how thou treated'st me, Yea, how deceived'st! Art thou not ashamed, Thou wretch, to look on me thy suppliant,930 Fleeing to thee for succour? Taking these, My arrows, thou dost rob me of my life; Restore them, I beseech thee, I implore, ​Restore them, Ο my son. By all the Gods Thy fathers worshipped, rob me not of life. Ah, wretched me! He does not answer me, But looks away as one who will not yield. Ο creeks! Ο cliffs out-jutting in the deep! Ο all ye haunts of beasts that roam the hills, Ο rocks that go sheer down, to you I wail, (None other do I know to whom to speak,) To you who were my old familiar friends, The things this son of great Achilles does;940 Swearing that he would take me to my home He takes me off to Troïa; giving me His right hand as a pledge, he keeps my bow, The bow of Heracles, the son of Zeus, And fain would show me to the Argive host. He takes me off by force, as though I were In my full strength, and knows not that he slays A dead, cold corpse, a very vapour's shade, A phantom worthless. Never, were I strong, Had he o'erpowered me; even as I am He had not caught me but by fraud; but now I have been tricked most vilely. What comes next? What must I do? . . . Nay, give them back to me. Be thyself once again. . . . What sayest thou?950 Thou 'rt silent . . . I, poor I, am now as nought. Ο cave with double opening, once again I enter thee stript bare, my means of life Torn from me. I shall waste away alone In this my dwelling, slaying with this bow Nor wingèd bird, nor beast that roams the hills; But I myself, alas, shall give a meal To those who gave me mine, and whom I chased Now shall chase me; and I, in misery, Shall pay in death the penalty of death ​By me inflicted; and all this is done By one who seemed to know no evil thought:960 Destruction seize thee. . . . Nay, not yet, till I Have learnt if thou wilt once more change thy mood; If not, then may'st thou perish miserably!
Chor. [To Neoptolemos.] What shall we do? It rests with thee, Ο prince, To bid us sail, or with his words comply.
Neop. Not for the first time now, but long ago Has a strange pity seized me for this man.
Phil. Have mercy on me, boy, by all the Gods, And do not shame thyself by tricking me.
Neop. What shall I do? Ah, would I ne'er had left My Skyros! so great evils press on me.970
Phil. Thou art not base thyself, but from the base Learning foul evil, thou, 'twould seem, did'st come: Now leaving it to those whom it befits, Sail on thy way . . . but first give back my arms.
Neop. [To Chorus.] What shall we do, friends?
Enter Odysseus, suddenly appearing from behind.
Odys. Wretch, what doest thou? Wilt not go back, and give the bow to me?
Phil. Ah! Who is this? Do I Odysseus hear?
Odys. Know well, it is Odysseus that stands here.
Phil. Woe! woe! I am entrapped, I am undone; And was it he who snared me, filched mine arms?
Odys. I and none other. I avow the deed.980
Phil. [To Neoptolemos.] Dear boy, restore it; give me back my bow.
Odys. That he shall not do, even though he wish; Thou too go'st with them, or these men shall force thee.
Phil. What? me? thou basest and all-daring one; And shall they force me?
Odys. Yea, unless thou go Of thine own will.
Phil. Ο land of Lemnos' isle, Ο mightiest Fire by great Hephaestos wrought, Can it be borne this man should bear me off By force from thy dominions?
Odys. Zeus, 'tis Zeus, Know thou this well, that rules this land,—that Zeus Who wills these things; I but his servant am.990
Phil. Ο hateful wretch, what bold device is this? Sheltering thyself behind the Gods, thou mak'st The Gods as liars.
Odys. Nay, not so, but true; At any rate this journey thou must go.
Phil. No, that I will not.
Odys. Yes, thou shalt: obey!
Phil. Ah, miserable me! 'Tis clear our sire Begat us not as freemen, but as slaves.
Odys. Nay, nay, not so, but equal with the best, With whom thou too must Troïa take and sack, And raze it to the ground.
Phil. [Rushing to a projecting point of the cliff.] That ne'er shall be, Not though I needs must suffer every ill, While yet this beetling crag is left to me.1000
Odys. What wilt thou do?
Phil. From this rock throw myself, And dash my head upon the rock below.
Odys. [To the Sailors.] Quick, hold him fast. Prevent his doing it.
[Sailors seize Philoctetes, and bind his hands behind his back.]
​Phil. O hands! What shame ye suffer, lacking now The bow-string that ye loved so well, and thus Made prisoners by this man! Ο thou, whose soul Has never known a generous, healthy thought, How hast thou tricked me, ta'en me in a snare, Putting this boy I knew not, as thy blind, Unmeet for thee, for me of meetest mood, Who nothing knew except to do his task:1010 And, clearly, now he grieves, sore vexed at heart, At all his faults, at all my sufferings. But thy base soul, that ever peeps and spies Through chinks and crannies, taught him but too well, Guileless and all unwilling as he was, The subtlety of fraud. And now thou think'st, Ο wretch, to bind and take me from these shores, Where thou did'st cast me forth, in friendless case, Lonely and homeless, dead to all that live. Perdition seize thee! That I oft have prayed, But since the Gods grant nought that pleases me,1020 Thou laugh'st and liv'st, and I am vexed at heart At this same thing, that I live on in woe With many evils, flouted at by thee, And those two chiefs, the Atreidæ whom thou serv'st: And yet thou sailed'st with them by constraint, By tricks fast bound, while me, poor wretch, (who sailed With seven good ships, of mine own will,) they cast, (So thou say'st, but they say the deed was thine,) Dishonoured forth. And now why take ye me? Why drag me off? What aim have ye in this? I, who am nothing, long since dead to you,1030 Yea, am I not, Ο thou abhorred of Gods, Lame, and ill-savoured? How, if I should sail, Could ye unto the Gods burn sacrifice, ​Or pour libation? 'Twas on that pretence Ye cast me forth. Perdition seize you all! And it shall seize you, seeing ye have wronged Him who stands here, if yet the Gods regard Or right, or truth. And full assured am I They do regard them. For ye ne'er had come On this your errand for a wretch like me, Unless the pricks of heaven-sent yearning for him Had spurred you on. But, Ο my fatherland, And all ye Gods who look on me, avenge,1040 Avenge me on them all in time to come, If ye have pity on me. Piteously As now I live, if I could see them smitten, I then should deem my long disease was healed.
Chor. Sore vexed is he; sore words the stranger speaks, Not yielding, Ο Odysseus, to his ills.
Odys. I might say much in answer to his words, If there were time. Now this one word I speak: Where men like this are wanted, such am I; But when the time for good and just men calls,1050 Thou could'st not find a godlier man than me. In every case it is my bent to win; Except with thee. To thee of mine own will I yield the victory. Ho, leave him there! Lay no hand on him, let him here remain. With these thy arms we have no need of thee: Teucros is with us, skilled in this thine art; And I, too, boast that I, not less than thou, This bow can handle, with my hand shoot straight; What need we thee? In Lemnos walk at will;1060 And let us go. And they perchance will give As prize to me what rightly thou might'st claim.
Phil. Ah me! And what shall I, unhappy, do? ​And wilt thou then among the Argives go, Equipped with my arms?
Odys. Speak thou not a word To me, who stand in very act to go.
Phil. And thou, Achilles' son, shall I remain Without a word from thee? Dost thou thus go?
Odys. [To Neoptolemos.] Go thou, and look not on him, lest, though noble, Thou ruin our success.
Phil. [To Chorus.] And will ye leave, Ο strangers, will ye leave me, pitying not?1070
Chor. [To Philoctetes.] This youth is our commander, and whate'er He speaks to thee, the same we also say.
Neop. [To Chorus, pointing to Odysseus.] I shall be told, I know, by our chief here, That I am piteous and of melting mood; Yet, spite of this, remain, if so he will, At least a while, until the sailors put Our sailing gear in order, and we have made Due prayers unto the Gods. So he, [pointing to Philoctetes] perchance, Meantime may cherish better thoughts of us. Now then, let us depart, and ye, be quick, When we shall call you, to proceed with us.1080
[Exeunt Neoptolemos and Odysseus.
Stroph. I.
Phil. Ο cave of hollow rock, Now hot, now icy cold, And I was doomed, ah me! To leave thee never more; But e'en in death thou still wilt be to me My one true helping friend. ​Ο woe, woe, woe! Ο home most full of grief, My grief, me miserable! What now shall come to me As day succeeds to day? Whence shall I, in my woe, Find hope of food to live?1090 Ah, now the swift-winged birds *Will soar in loftiest flight, *High through the whistling wind; For I am powerless.
Chor. Thou, thou thyself, Ο man of many woes, Hast brought them on thyself; It is not from a Power above thine own This ill fate falls on thee, Since thou, when wisdom was at hand, didst choose, Thy better genius scorned, to praise the worse.1100
Antistroph. I.
Phil. O miserable me! Outraged with foulest wrong, Who for the years to come In woe, no helper near, Shall henceforth, dwelling here, consume away, (Ah me! ah me!) Gaining no food for life From those my swift-winged darts, With firm hands grasping them;1110 But unsuspected words Of guileful mind deceived; Would I might see the man Whose heart devised these things, Bearing these pains of mine As long as I have borne!
Chor. Fate was it, fate that cometh of the Gods, ​Not guile, that brought thee thus Within my power; on others launch thy curse,1120 Baleful, and fraught with ill This is the care that I have most at heart, That thou should'st not true friendship thrust aside.
Stroph. II.
Phil. Ah, woe is me! he sits, Where the shore is white with waves, And laughs within himself, And tosses in his hands What fed my wretched life, By none else borne till now. Ο bow, of me beloved, Torn from my loving grasp, Surely, if thou can'st feel, Thou lookest piteously1130 On me, the bosom friend of Heracles, Who never more shall bend thee as of old; But now thou changest hands, Art wielded by a man of many wiles, And seest foul deceits, A man thou needs must loathe and execrate, Ten thousand plots from shameful deeds upspringing, *Such as none else contrived.
Chor. 'Tis a man's part to say that good is right,1140 But having said it out, Not to thrust forth his carping grief in speech. He was but one, by many set to work, And yielding to their will, Hath wrought a common good for all his friends.
Antistroph. II.
Phil. Ο all ye wingèd game, And tribes of bright-eyed deer, ​Who on these high lawns fed, No more from this my home Will ye allure me forth. I wield not in my hands1150 The strength I had of old (Ah me!) from those my darts; Full carelessly this place Is barred against you now, No longer fearful; come ye, now 'tis well That ye in turn should glut your ravenous maw With this my spotted flesh. Soon I shall end my life; for whence can I Find means withal to live? Who thus can feed upon the empty winds,1160 Gaining no more what earth brings forth to men, The giver of their life?
Chor. Ah, by the Gods, if thou dost still regard A true friend's claim on thee, Draw near to him who draweth near to thee With every word of friendliness; but know, Know well, it rests with thee To 'scape from this thy grief. Sad is 't to feed that woe, And, yet unschooled, to bear the thousand ills That with it company.
Phil. Again, again thou hintest at a grief1170 That vexed me sore long since; Thou best of all that ever tarried here, Why did'st thou lay me low? why work my doom?
Chor. Why speak' st thou thus?
Phil. In that thou thought'st to take me once again To Troas, which I hate.
Chor. This seems to me far better.
Phil. Leave me; leave.
Chor. Welcome, right welcome are the things thou say'st. And we desire to do them. Let us go, Come, let us go, and each his own set place1180 Take in our ship.
Phil. By Zeus, who hears The prayers of those that curse, go not, I pray.
Chor. Be calm, be calm.
Phil. Ο friends, by all the Gods, I pray you tarry.
Chor. Why this eager cry?
Phil. Ah me! ah me! Ο God, Ο God, I die, Die in my misery! Ο foot, Ο foot, what shall I do with thee Henceforth in this my woe? Ο friends, come back, and tarry once again.1190
Chor. What should we come to do With any hope of altered purpose here, Other than that thou showed'st to us before?
Phil. Ye must not be too wroth That one so tempest-tost with stormy grief Should speak against his better, truer thoughts.
Chor. Come, then, poor sufferer, as we bid thee come.
Phil. Never, yea, nevermore, be sure of that; Not though the fiery thunderbolt that falls With sudden blaze of light, Should burn me with its dreaded lightning-flash. Yea, perish Ilion; with it perish there1200 Those that could dare cast forth this foot of mine. But oh, my friends, grant me at least one prayer.
Chor. What is 't thou askest?
Phil. Give me but a sword, If thou hast one, or axe, or any weapon.
Chor. What deed of prowess wilt thou work with them?
Phil. I will strike off my head, and lop my limbs; My soul thirsts eagerly for blood, for blood.
Chor. But why is this?
Phil. Lo, I my father seek.1210
Chor. Where wilt thou go?
Phil. To Hades, for he lives No longer in this light. Ο city, city of my fathers, fain, All wretched though I be, Fain would I see thee still! I who thy sacred stream Did leave to help my foes the Danai; And now I am as nought.
Chor. Long since had I been making for my ship, Had I not seen Odysseus drawing nigh,1220 And, coming with him, great Achilles' son.
[Philoctetes retires into his cave.
Enter Neoptolemos, followed by Odysseus.
Odys. Wilt thou not tell me why so quick thou speed'st, Turning thy steps upon a backward way?
Neop. I go to undo the wrongs I did before.
Odys. Thou speakest strangely. And what wrong was there?
Neop. That I, obeying thee and all the host . . . .
Odys. What did'st thou do that was not right for thee?
Neop. I tricked a man with shameful fraud and guile.
Odys. Think what he was. What fancy strange is this?
Neop. 'Tis no strange fancy, but to Pœas' son . . . . 1230
Odys. What wilt thou do? A fear comes over me.
Neop. From whom I took this bow, to him again . . . .
Odys. O Zeus, what now? Thou wilt not give it him?
Neop. Yea, for I gained it basely, not of right.
Odys. By all the Gods, dost thou say this to mock me?
Neop. If it be mockery but to speak the truth.
Odys. Son of Achilles, what is this thou say'st?
Neop. Shall I then twice or thrice repeat the words?
Odys. I had not wished to hear them even once.
Neop. Know, thou hast heard whatever I had to say.1240
Odys. There is one, yea, there is, will stop thy deed.
Neop. What say'st thou? Who shall stop my doing it?
Odys. The whole Achæan host, and I with them.
Neop. Wise though thou be, thou dost not wisely speak.
Odys. Thou neither speakest wise things nor devisest.
Neop. If they be just, then are they more than wise.
Odys. And how can it be just to cast away That which my counsels gave thee?
Neop. Having sinned A shameful sin, I now would make amends.
Odys. And fear'st thou not the Achæan host, doing this?1250
Neop. My cause being just, I share not that thy fear; [Odysseus prepares to attack Neoptolemos. Nor will I yield to this thy violence.
Odys. Not with the Troïans, then, I fight, but thee.
Neop. What must be, let it.
Odys. [Laying hand on his sword.] Ha! And dost thou see My right hand grasp the hilt?
Neop. [Drawing his sword.] See then that I Can do the same as thou, in act, not threat.
Odys. I then will let thee go, but to the host I will tell this, and they shall punish thee.
Neop. Thou'rt wise in time; and should'st thou keep that mind, Thou may'st perchance thy foot keep out of harm.1260 [Odysseus retires. Ho, Philoctetes! Ho there, Pœas' son, Come forth, and leave this rocky roof of thine.
Phil. What noise of shouting make ye at my cave? Why call ye me? What want ye, strangers, here? Alas, 'tis something evil. Are ye come To bring fresh evils upon evils on me?
Neop. Be of good cheer, and list to what I speak.
Phil. Nay, but I fear: 'twas by fair words before That I fared foully, by thy words deceived.
Neop. And is repentance, then, impossible?1270
Phil. Such wast thou then, when thou did'st steal my bow, Faithful in words, within all treacherous.
Neop. But not so now: I wish to hear from thee, Whether thy mind is fixed to tarry here, Or sail with us.
Phil. Stop, stop; not one word more: All that thou speakest will be said in vain.
Neop. Is this thy mind?
Phil. Yet stronger than I speak.
Neop. I would that thou had'st hearkened to my words; But if I chance to speak unseasonably, I hold my peace.
Phil. Thou wilt say all in vain,1280 For never shalt thou turn my mind to thee, Who, taking from me that which gave me life, Did'st basely rob me of it, and now com'st, And givest me thy counsel, basest son Of noblest father. May ye perish all, And chiefly the Atreidæ; after them, ​Laertes' son and thou!
Neop. [Holding out the bow.] Curse thou no more, But from my hand receive these weapons back.
Phil. How say'st thou? Are we tricked a second time?
Neop. No, by the holy might of highest Zeus!
Phil. Ο words most welcome, if they be but true!1290
Neop. Our acts shall make them clear; do thou put forth Thy right hand, and be master of thine arms.
[As he is giving the bow, Odysseus appears from behind.
Odys. That I forbid, the Gods my witnesses, In name of the Atreidæ, and the host.
Phil. Whose voice, my son, was that? What? Did I hear Odysseus speak?
Odys. E'en so, thou see'st him near, Who by main force will bear thee off to Troy, Whether Achilles' son shall please or no.
Phil. [Bending his bow.] But to thy cost, if this dart does not miss.
Neop. [Staying his arm.] Oh, by the Gods, I pray thee, shoot it not!1300
Phil. Let loose my hand, I pray thee, dearest boy.
Neop. I will not let thee go.
Phil. Fie on thee! Why Did'st hinder me from slaying with my dart A man I hate, my bitter enemy?
[Odysseus steals away.
Neop. That were not good for me, nor yet for thee.
Phil. Know this then, that the chief of all the host, The Achæans' lying heralds, they are cowards In brunt of fight, though overbold of speech.
Neop. Well, be it so. But thou hast now thy bow, And hast no cause for wrath or blaming me.
Phil. I own it. Thou, dear boy, hast shown the stock1310 From which thou springest, not from Sisyphos, But from Achilles, who alive was held Of highest fame, and is so with the dead.
Neop. It gives me joy to hear thee praise my father, Praising me also; but what now I wish Hear thou, I pray thee. Mortals needs must bear The chances which the Gods on high shall give; But those who fall upon self-chosen ills, As thou hast fallen, they have little claim To pardon or compassion. Thou art fierce,1320 And wilt not list to one who counsels thee; And if one give advice in pure good will, Thou hatest him, and deemest him a foe. Yet I will speak, invoking holy Zeus, The guardian of all oaths. Be sure of this, And write it in the tablets of thy mind, Thy pain has come to thee by heaven-sent chance, In that thou cam'st too near to Chryse's guard, The serpent who in secret keeps his watch Over the unroofed precincts of her shrine; And know that thou shalt find no respite here From this thy sore disease, while yet yon sun1330 Rises on this side, sets again on that, Until thou journey of thine own free will To Troïa's plains, and meeting there with those Who call Asclepios father, shalt be healed Of thy disease, and shalt with these thy darts, And with my help, lay low its ancient Towers. ​And I will tell thee how I know these things Stand thus ordained; for we a prophet have, Taken from Troïa, noblest seer of all, And Helenos his name, who clearly saith That these things so must be; and further yet, That it is doomed, this very harvest tide,1340 That Troïa should be taken utterly; And should he prove false prophet, in our hands He placed his life. And since thou knowest this, Of thy free will consent; for great the gain, Being judged the noblest one of Hellenes all, To find skilled hands to heal thee, and to gain, Sacking loud-wailing Troïa, highest praise.
Phil. Ο hateful life, why, why detain'st thou me In day's clear light, and dost not let me go To Hades dark? Ah me! what shall I do? How shall I prove distrustful to his words,1350 Who gives me counsel out of kindly thought? Yet must I yield? And how shall I, ill-starred, Do this, and then look up? From whom shall I Hear greeting kind? How will ye, Ο mine eyes, That watch all varying chances of my life, How will ye bear to see me living on With those Atreidæ who have ruined me, Or with that vilest son of Lartios? It is not now the sorrow of the past That chiefly gnaws, but what I seem to see With prophet's glance I yet am doomed to bear From these same foes; for those whose soul becomes1360 Mother of evil, them it trains to be Evil in all things. And 'tis this that moves My wonder at thee; for 'twas meet that thou Should'st ne'er to Troïa come thyself, and next Should'st keep us from them who so outraged thee, ​And robbed thee of thy father's treasured arms, [And slighting Aias, to Odysseus gave them;] *And art thou their ally, and wilt constrain Me to their will? Nay, nay, not so, my son; But, as thou swarest, send me to my home, While thou, in Skyros tarrying, leavest them, Evil of heart, to die an evil death. And thus wilt thou gain double thanks from me,1370 And double from my father, nor wilt seem, Helping the base, to be as base thyself.
Neop. Thou speakest what shows fair, and yet I wish That thou should'st trust the Gods, and these my words, And sail from these shores, I thy friend with thee.
Phil. What! with this wretched foot to Troïa's plains, And Atreus' son, my bitterest foe of all?
Neop. Nay, but to those who'll free thy ulcerous foot From pain, and save thee from thy sore disease.
Phil. What mean'st thou, friend, who givest counsel strange?1380
Neop. That which I see works best for both of us.
Phil. Hast thou no awe of Gods, who say'st such words!
Neop. What cause of shame is there in gaining good?
Phil. And speak'st thou of the Atreidæ's good, or mine?
Neop. Thine, for I am thy friend, and such my speech.
Phil. How so, when thou would'st give me to my foes?
Neop. Learn thou, my friend, to be less rash in ills.
Phil. I know thou wilt destroy me with these words.
Neop. Nay, nay, not so; thou dost not understand.
Phil. Do I not know the Atreidæ cast me forth?1390
Neop. But if they save, who cast thee forth, look to it.
Phil. Ne'er with my will shall I on Troïa look.
Neop. What then remains, if we, with all our words, Still fail to move thee? Easiest course it were For me to cease from speaking, and that thou Should'st live, as now, without deliverance.
Phil. Leave me to suffer what I suffer must; But what thou swarest, thy right hand as pledge, To lead me to my home, that do, my son, And linger not, nor further mention make1400 Of Troïa to me. I have had my fill Of wailing and lament.
Neop. If this thy will, Come, let us go.
Phil. Now speak'st thou noble words.
Neop. Plant thy foot firm.
Phil. With what small strength I have.
Neop. How shall I 'scape the Achasans' blame?
Phil. Despise it.
Neop. And what if they shall lay my country waste?
Phil. I shall be there.
Neop. What would thy help avail?
Phil. With these the darts of Heracles. . . .
Neop. What then?
Phil. I will restrain their coming.
Neop. On then, take Thy farewell of this island.
Heracles appears, descending from the sky, in glory.
Hera. Nay, not yet; Not till thou hear ouf words, ​Thou son of Pœas old;1410 Own that thou hear'st the voice of Heracles And look'st upon his face. Lo, for thy sake I come, Leaving my heavenly home, To tell thee of the thoughts of Zeus on high, And to close up the way On which thou journeyest now. List thou to these my words: And first my own life's chances I will tell, The labours I endured, through which I passed And gained immortal greatness as thou see'st:1420 And this, be sure, shall be thy destined lot, After these woes to live a noble life; And going with this youth to Troïa's town, First thou shalt respite find from thy sore plague, And for thy valour chosen from the host, Shalt with my arrows take away the life Of Paris, who was cause of all these ills, And shalt sack Troïa, and shalt send its spoils To thine own dwelling (gaining highest prize Of valour in the army) by the plains Of Œta, where thy father Pœas dwells.1430 And all the spoils thou gainest in this war, As true thank-offerings for these darts of mine, Lay thou upon my grave. And now [To Neoptolemos] to thee, Achilles' son, I this declare;—nor thou, Apart from him, nor he apart from thee, May Troïa take. But ye, as lions twain That roam together, guard thou him, he thee. And I will send, [To Philoctetes] as healer of thy wounds, Asclepios to Ilion. Yet once more ​By this my bow must it be captured. Then, (Give heed to this,) when ye the land lay waste,1440 Shew all religious reverence to the Gods; For all things else our father Zeus counts less; [Religion e'en in death abides with men; Die they or live, it does not pass away.]
Phil. Ο thou, who utterest voice, By me long yearnèd for, Who now at length art seen, I will not to thy words rebellious prove.
Neop. I too give my assent.
Hera. Delay not now to act; For time and wind press on,1450 And speed you on your way.
Phil. Come, then, I leave this isle, And speak my parting words: Farewell, Ο roof, long time My one true guard and friend; And ye, Ο nymphs that sport In waters or in fields; Strong roar of waves that break On jutting promontory, Where oft my head was wet, (Though hid in far recess,) With blasts of stormy South; And oft the mount that bears The name of Hermes gave Its hollow, loud lament,1460 Echoing my stormy woe; And now, ye streams and fount, Lykian, where haunt the wolves, We leave you, leave you now, ​Who ne'er had dreamt of this. Farewell, Ο Lemnos, girt by waters round, With fair breeze send me on Right well, that none may blame, Where Fate, the mighty, leads, Counsel of friends, and God, Who worketh this in might invincible.
Chor. On then, with one accord, To the sea Nymphs offering our prayer, That they come as helpers and friends, In the voyage of the homeward bound.
* ↑ For the suitors of Helena, who followed Agamemnon because of the oath with which her father Tyndareus had bound them, it would have been disgraceful to leave the army. Neoptolemos was under no such obligation, and this would give a probability to his story which, with any other of the host, would be wanting.
* ↑ The form of the invocation connected itself with the sanctuaries of Athens. Besides the temple built to her as Athena Polias, there was a statue of her in the Acropolis in the character of Victory.
* ↑ In one form of the legend, Chryse was enamoured of Philoctetes, and, failing to gain his love, cursed him, and caused the serpent to avenge her.
* ↑ Kephallene is named, rather than Ithaca, as implying a greater scorn, the Kephallenians being of ill repute both as traders and as pirates.
* ↑ "As they say;" for the arrow, though guided by Apollo, was shot by Paris.
* ↑ Phœnix, who, as the legend ran, went with Odysseus to Skyros to fetch the son of Achilles.
* ↑ The Goddess, Earth (Ge) is here, as in the later form of Greek mythology, identified (1.) with the Cretan Rhea, the mother of Zeus, and (2.) with the Phrygian Kybele, riding on her lions, the Goddess of the land where the Atreidæ had done their wrong.
* ↑ The Pactolos flowed from Mount Tmolos, the head-quarters of the worship of Kybele.
* ↑ See note on Aias, 188.
* ↑ The proverbial poverty and insignificance of the island gave the resolve of Neoptolemos a special emphasis. "Even Skyros, poor as it is."
* ↑ Chalkodon, son of Abas, had been the ally of Heracles; so Philoctetes might therefore naturally look for a welcome from him. In Athenian legends, Elephenor, the son of Chalkodon, was the friend of Theseus.
* ↑ Peparêthos, almost as famous as Chios for its wine, would naturally be one of the chief sources of supply for the Hellenes who were besieging Troïa. In the time of Demosthenes, its produce was exported as far as Pontus.
* ↑ Sisyphos, who is spoken of as the real father of Odysseus, had, it was said, begged Persephone to allow him to return to the world of the living that he might punish his wife, Merope, for leaving him unburied, and then refused to go back again to Hades.
* ↑ Ixion's guilt, in the old Greek legends, was, first, that of treacherous murder, and then, when Zeus had compassion upon the madness and misery that followed, the crime here referred to, for which Zeus bound him for ever to a fiery, never-resting wheel in Tartaros.
* ↑ The man who bore the brazen shield is, of course, Heracles, the friend of Philoctetes, from whom, though as yet neither he nor the Chorus dream of it, his deliverance is at last to come.
* ↑ The "Lemnian fire" is that of the volcano Mosychlos, which had become the type-instance of burning mountains to the Athenians after the conquest of the island by Miltiades. In what follows, Philoctetes refers to his kindling the funeral pyre of Heracles on Mount Œta.
* ↑ The "fire" is again that of the volcano, which was believed to come from the forge at which Hephæstos laboured in the heart of the mountain.
* ↑ The "sacred stream" is the Spercheios. Comp. l. 726.
* ↑ The two sons of Asclepios, Machaon and Podalelrios, appear in the Iliad (ii. 731) as the great surgeons of the Hellenic army.
* ↑ Hermes, as one of the Cabeiri, the special deities of Lemnos and Imbros.