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Neoptolemus
Where?
Philoctetes
Let me go!
Neoptolemus
I will not.
Philoctetes
830 You will kill me if you touch me!
Neoptolemus
I will let you go if you are in your senses.
Philoctetes
Earth, take me here to die now in your arms:
I can no longer stand erect for pain.
Neoptolemus
I think that sleep will come upon this man
835soon now: his head already is bent back;
the sweat is pouring over his whole body;
a thin black stream of blood has broken from
his wounded foot. Friends, let us leave him here
The women of Trachis and Philoctetes. A new translation in verse by Robert Torrance. Houghton Mifflin. 1966.
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