Philoctetes screams offstage.
chorus
Be silent, my son!
Neoptolemus
What is it?
chorus
A cry has arisen
as if from a man worn down by pain -
from there - or over there - it came.
Surely I hear the voice of someone
helplessly creeping along;
205I cannot ignore
that grievously wearying voice from afar -
it comes too distinctly.