Epeisodion 4
Philoctetes
Will you?
810
Neoptolemus
Be sure of it.
810
Philoctetes
Indeed, I do not think it right to put you under oath.
Neoptolemus
Rest assured; it is not lawful for me to leave without you.
Philoctetes
Give me your hand in pledge!
Neoptolemus
I give it—to stay.
Philoctetes
Now take me there, over there!
Neoptolemus
Where do you mean?
Neoptolemus
What is this new delirium? Why do you gaze at the dome above us?
815
Philoctetes
Let me go, let me go!
Neoptolemus
Where will you go, if I do so?
Philoctetes
Let me go, I say!
Philoctetes
You will kill me, if you touch me further.
Neoptolemus
There, then, I release you—if in fact you believe it is for the better.
Philoctetes
Wide Earth, embrace me now on the verge of death!
This pain no longer lets me stand up.
820
Neoptolemus
Sleep, I think, will take him before long. See, his head sinks backward. Yes, a sweat runs over his whole body, and a dark, hemorrhaging vein has burst from his heel.
Come, friends, let us leave him in quietness, so that he may fall asleep.
825
