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ULYSSES
No more! I must be gone.
PHILOCTETES (to NEOPTOLEMUS)
Son of Achilles,
Thou wilt not leave me too? I must not lose
Thy converse, thy assistance.
ULYSSES (to NEOPTOLEMUS)
Look not on him;
Away, I charge thee! 'Twould be fatal to us.
PHILOCTETES (to the CHORUS)
Will you forsake me, friends? Dwells no compassion
Within your breasts for me?
LEADER (pointing to NEOPTOLEMUS)
He is our master;
We speak and act but as his will directs.
NEOPTOLEMUS
I know be will upbraid me for this weakness,
But 'tis my nature, and I must consent,
Since Philoctetes asks it. Stay you with him,
Till to the gods our pious prayers we offer,
And all things are prepared for our departure;
Perhaps, meantime, to better thoughts his mind
May turn relenting. We must go. Remember,
When we shall call you, follow instantly.
(NEOPTOLEMUS, still with the bow in his hands,
goes out with ULYSSES. The lines in the following scene
between PHILOCTETES and the CHORUS are chanted responsively.)
PHILOCTETES
O my poor hut! and is it then decreed
Again I come to thee to part no more,
To end my wretched days in this sad cave,
The scene of all my woes? For whither now
Can I betake me? Who will feed, support,
Or cherish Philoctetes? Not a hope
Remains for me. Oh! that th' impetuous storms
Would bear me with them to some distant clime!
For I must perish here.
CHORUS
Unhappy man!
Thou hast provoked thy fate; thyself alone
Art to thyself a foe, to scorn the good,
Which wisdom bids thee take, and choose misfortune.
PHILOCTETES
Wretch that I am, to perish here alone!
Oh! I shall see the face of man no more,
Nor shall my arrows pierce their winged prey,
And bring me sustenance! Such vile delusions
Used to betray me! Oh! that pains like those
I feel might reach the author of my woes!
CHORUS
The gods decreed it; we are not to blame.
Heap not thy curses therefore on the guiltless,
But take our friendship.
PHILOCTETES (pointing to the sea-shore)
I behold him there;
E'en now I see him laughing me to scorn
On yonder shore, and in his hands the darts
He waves triumphant, which no arms but these
Had ever borne. O my dear glorious treasure!
Hadst thou a mind to feel th' indignity,
How wouldst thou grieve to change thy noble master,
The friend of great Alcides, for a wretch
So vile, so base, so impious as Ulysses!
CHORUS
justice will ever rule the good man's tongue,
Nor from his lips reproach and bitterness
Invidious flow. Ulysses, by the voice
Of Greece appointed, only sought a friend
To join the common cause, and serve his country.
PHILOCTETES
Hear me, ye winged inhabitants of air,
And you, who on these mountains love to feed,
My savage prey, whom once I could pursue;
Fearful no more of Philoctetes, fly
This hollow rock- I cannot hurt you now;
You need not dread to enter here. Alas!
You now may come, and in your turn regale
On these poor limbs, when I shall be no more.
Where can I hope for food? or who can breathe
This vital air, when life-preserving earth
No longer will assist him?
CHORUS
By the gods!
Let me entreat thee, if thou dost regard
Our master, and thy friend, come to him now,
Whilst thou mayst 'scape this sad calamity;
Who but thyself would choose to be unhappy
That could prevent it?
PHILOCTETES
Oh! you have brought back
Once more the sad remembrance of my griefs;
Why, why, my friends, would you afflict me thus?
CHORUS
Afflict thee- how?
PHILOCTETES
Think you I'll e'er return
To hateful Troy?
CHORUS
We would advise thee to it.
PHILOCTETES
I'll hear no more. Go, leave me!
CHORUS
That we shall
Most gladly. To the ships, my friends; away! (Going)
Obey your orders.
PHILOCTETES (stops them)
By protecting Jove,
Who hears the suppliant's prayer, do not forsake me!
CHORUS (returning)
Be calm then.
PHILOCTETES
O my friends! will you then stay?
Do, by the gods I beg you.
CHORUS
Why that groan?
PHILOCTETES
Alas! I die. My wound, my wound! Hereafter
What can I do? You will not leave me! Hear-
CHORUS
What canst thou say we do not know already?
PHILOCTETES
O'erwhelmed by such a storm of griefs as I am,
You should not thus resent a madman's frenzy.
CHORUS
Comply then and be happy.
PHILOCTETES
Never, never!
Be sure of that. Tho' thunder-bearing Jove
Should with his lightnings blast me, would I go?
No! Let Troy perish, perish all the host
Who sent me here to die; but, O my friends!
Grant me this last request.
CHORUS
What is it? Speak.
PHILOCTETES
A sword, a dart, some instrument of death.
CHORUS
What wouldst thou do?
PHILOCTETES
I'd hack off every limb.
Death, my soul longs for death.
CHORUS
But wherefore is it?
PHILOCTETES
I'll seek my father.
CHORUS
Whither?
PHILOCTETES
In the tomb;
There he must be. O Scyros! O my country!
How could I bear to see thee as I am-
I who had left thy sacred shores to aid
The hateful sons of Greece? O misery!
(He goes into the cave.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (speaking)
Ere now we should have taken thee to our ships,
But that advancing this way I behold
Ulysses, and with him Achilles' son.
(NEOPTOLEMUS enters
still carrying the bow;
he is followed closely by ULYSSES.)
ULYSSES
Why this return? Wherefore this haste?
NEOPTOLEMUS
I come
To purge me of my crimes.
ULYSSES
Indeed! What crimes?
NEOPTOLEMUS
My blind obedience to the Grecian host
And to thy counsels.
ULYSSES
Hast thou practised aught
Base or unworthy of thee?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Yes; by art
And vile deceitbetrayed th' unhappy.
ULYSSES
Whom?
Alas! what mean you?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Nothing. But the son
Of Poeas-
ULYSSES
Ha! what wouldst thou do? My heart
Misgives me.
NEOPTOLEMUS
I have ta'en his arms, and now-
ULYSSES
Thou wouldst restore them! Speak! Is that thy purpose?
Almighty Jove!
NEOPTOLEMUS
Unjustly should I keep
Another's right?
ULYSSES
Now, by the gods, thou meanest
To mock me! Dost thou not?
NEOPTOLEMUS
If to speak truth
Be mockery.
ULYSSES
No more! I must be gone.
PHILOCTETES (to NEOPTOLEMUS)
Son of Achilles,
Thou wilt not leave me too? I must not lose
Thy converse, thy assistance.
ULYSSES (to NEOPTOLEMUS)
Look not on him;
Away, I charge thee! 'Twould be fatal to us.
PHILOCTETES (to the CHORUS)
Will you forsake me, friends? Dwells no compassion
Within your breasts for me?
LEADER (pointing to NEOPTOLEMUS)
He is our master;
We speak and act but as his will directs.
NEOPTOLEMUS
I know be will upbraid me for this weakness,
But 'tis my nature, and I must consent,
Since Philoctetes asks it. Stay you with him,
Till to the gods our pious prayers we offer,
And all things are prepared for our departure;
Perhaps, meantime, to better thoughts his mind
May turn relenting. We must go. Remember,
When we shall call you, follow instantly.
(NEOPTOLEMUS, still with the bow in his hands,
goes out with ULYSSES. The lines in the following scene
between PHILOCTETES and the CHORUS are chanted responsively.)
PHILOCTETES
O my poor hut! and is it then decreed
Again I come to thee to part no more,
To end my wretched days in this sad cave,
The scene of all my woes? For whither now
Can I betake me? Who will feed, support,
Or cherish Philoctetes? Not a hope
Remains for me. Oh! that th' impetuous storms
Would bear me with them to some distant clime!
For I must perish here.
CHORUS
Unhappy man!
Thou hast provoked thy fate; thyself alone
Art to thyself a foe, to scorn the good,
Which wisdom bids thee take, and choose misfortune.
PHILOCTETES
Wretch that I am, to perish here alone!
Oh! I shall see the face of man no more,
Nor shall my arrows pierce their winged prey,
And bring me sustenance! Such vile delusions
Used to betray me! Oh! that pains like those
I feel might reach the author of my woes!
CHORUS
The gods decreed it; we are not to blame.
Heap not thy curses therefore on the guiltless,
But take our friendship.
PHILOCTETES (pointing to the sea-shore)
I behold him there;
E'en now I see him laughing me to scorn
On yonder shore, and in his hands the darts
He waves triumphant, which no arms but these
Had ever borne. O my dear glorious treasure!
Hadst thou a mind to feel th' indignity,
How wouldst thou grieve to change thy noble master,
The friend of great Alcides, for a wretch
So vile, so base, so impious as Ulysses!
CHORUS
justice will ever rule the good man's tongue,
Nor from his lips reproach and bitterness
Invidious flow. Ulysses, by the voice
Of Greece appointed, only sought a friend
To join the common cause, and serve his country.
PHILOCTETES
Hear me, ye winged inhabitants of air,
And you, who on these mountains love to feed,
My savage prey, whom once I could pursue;
Fearful no more of Philoctetes, fly
This hollow rock- I cannot hurt you now;
You need not dread to enter here. Alas!
You now may come, and in your turn regale
On these poor limbs, when I shall be no more.
Where can I hope for food? or who can breathe
This vital air, when life-preserving earth
No longer will assist him?
CHORUS
By the gods!
Let me entreat thee, if thou dost regard
Our master, and thy friend, come to him now,
Whilst thou mayst 'scape this sad calamity;
Who but thyself would choose to be unhappy
That could prevent it?
PHILOCTETES
Oh! you have brought back
Once more the sad remembrance of my griefs;
Why, why, my friends, would you afflict me thus?
CHORUS
Afflict thee- how?
PHILOCTETES
Think you I'll e'er return
To hateful Troy?
CHORUS
We would advise thee to it.
PHILOCTETES
I'll hear no more. Go, leave me!
CHORUS
That we shall
Most gladly. To the ships, my friends; away! (Going)
Obey your orders.
PHILOCTETES (stops them)
By protecting Jove,
Who hears the suppliant's prayer, do not forsake me!
CHORUS (returning)
Be calm then.
PHILOCTETES
O my friends! will you then stay?
Do, by the gods I beg you.
CHORUS
Why that groan?
PHILOCTETES
Alas! I die. My wound, my wound! Hereafter
What can I do? You will not leave me! Hear-
CHORUS
What canst thou say we do not know already?
PHILOCTETES
O'erwhelmed by such a storm of griefs as I am,
You should not thus resent a madman's frenzy.
CHORUS
Comply then and be happy.
PHILOCTETES
Never, never!
Be sure of that. Tho' thunder-bearing Jove
Should with his lightnings blast me, would I go?
No! Let Troy perish, perish all the host
Who sent me here to die; but, O my friends!
Grant me this last request.
CHORUS
What is it? Speak.
PHILOCTETES
A sword, a dart, some instrument of death.
CHORUS
What wouldst thou do?
PHILOCTETES
I'd hack off every limb.
Death, my soul longs for death.
CHORUS
But wherefore is it?
PHILOCTETES
I'll seek my father.
CHORUS
Whither?
PHILOCTETES
In the tomb;
There he must be. O Scyros! O my country!
How could I bear to see thee as I am-
I who had left thy sacred shores to aid
The hateful sons of Greece? O misery!
(He goes into the cave.)
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (speaking)
Ere now we should have taken thee to our ships,
But that advancing this way I behold
Ulysses, and with him Achilles' son.
(NEOPTOLEMUS enters
still carrying the bow;
he is followed closely by ULYSSES.)
ULYSSES
Why this return? Wherefore this haste?
NEOPTOLEMUS
I come
To purge me of my crimes.
ULYSSES
Indeed! What crimes?
NEOPTOLEMUS
My blind obedience to the Grecian host
And to thy counsels.
ULYSSES
Hast thou practised aught
Base or unworthy of thee?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Yes; by art
And vile deceitbetrayed th' unhappy.
ULYSSES
Whom?
Alas! what mean you?
NEOPTOLEMUS
Nothing. But the son
Of Poeas-
ULYSSES
Ha! what wouldst thou do? My heart
Misgives me.
NEOPTOLEMUS
I have ta'en his arms, and now-
ULYSSES
Thou wouldst restore them! Speak! Is that thy purpose?
Almighty Jove!
NEOPTOLEMUS
Unjustly should I keep
Another's right?
ULYSSES
Now, by the gods, thou meanest
To mock me! Dost thou not?
NEOPTOLEMUS
If to speak truth
Be mockery.
ULYSSES
- charge [tʃɑ:dʒ]
v.收费；冲锋 n.费用 (初中英语单词) - meantime [´mi:ntaim] n.&ad.其间；同时 (初中英语单词)
- chorus [´kɔ:rəs] n.合唱；齐声 v.合唱 (初中英语单词)
- wretched [´retʃid] a.可怜的；倒霉的 (初中英语单词)
- perish [´periʃ] v.灭亡；消灭；(使)死去 (初中英语单词)
- wisdom [´wizdəm] n.智慧，聪明，才智 (初中英语单词)
- pierce [piəs] v.刺穿；突破；洞察 (初中英语单词)
- winged [´wiŋd] a.有翼的 (初中英语单词)
- betray [bi´trei] vt.背叛；辜负；暴露 (初中英语单词)
- therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- glorious [´glɔ:riəs] a.光荣的；辉煌的 (初中英语单词)
- grieve [gri:v] v.&n.(使)悲痛；哀悼 (初中英语单词)
- greece [gri:s] n.希腊 (初中英语单词)
- savage [´sævidʒ] a.野蛮的 n.蛮人 (初中英语单词)
- assist [ə´sist] v.协助；援助；搀扶 (初中英语单词)
- advise [əd´vaiz] vt.忠告；建议；通知 (初中英语单词)
- instrument [´instrumənt] n.仪器；手段；乐器 (初中英语单词)
- sacred [´seikrid] a.神圣的；庄严的 (初中英语单词)
- restore [ri´stɔ:] vt.(使)恢复；修复 (初中英语单词)
- converse [´kɔnvə:s] n.交谈 a.相反的 (高中英语单词)
- cherish [´tʃeriʃ] vt.珍爱；怀有(感情) (高中英语单词)
- reproach [ri´prəutʃ] vt.&n.责备；指责；耻辱 (高中英语单词)
- remembrance [ri´membrəns] n.记忆(力)；回忆 (高中英语单词)
- gladly [´glædli] ad.愉快地，高兴地 (高中英语单词)
- resent [ri´zent] vt.不满于；怨恨；忿恨 (高中英语单词)
- obedience [ə´bi:djəns] n.服从；顺从 (高中英语单词)
- forsake [fə´seik] vt.遗弃，抛弃，摒绝 (英语四级单词)
- triumphant [trai´ʌmfənt] a.胜利的；洋洋得意的 (英语四级单词)
- entreat [in´tri:t] vt.恳求，恳请 (英语四级单词)
- afflict [ə´flikt] vt.使痛苦；折磨 (英语四级单词)
- hateful [´heitfəl] a.可恨的，可憎的 (英语四级单词)
- wherefore [´weəfɔ:] ad.为什么；因此 (英语四级单词)
- unworthy [ʌn´wə:ði] a.不值得的；不足道的 (英语四级单词)
- deceit [di´si:t] n.欺骗 (英语四级单词)
- impetuous [im´petjuəs] a.急促的；猛烈的 (英语六级单词)
- impious [´impiəs] a.不敬的；不孝的 (英语六级单词)
- grecian [´gri:ʃən] a.古希腊的 n.希腊人 (英语六级单词)
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