CHORUS
Take pity on him, lord. He has told us of many horrible torments. May such troubles fall on none of my friends. If, lord, you hate the terrible Atreids, put their treatment of him to your advantage. I would carry him, as he has asked, away with you on your swift-running ship, fleeing the gods' cruel punishment.
NEOPTOLEMOS
Be sure you are not too quick to plead, that when you have had your fill of the company that his illness will provide you, you do not stand by your words.