NEOPTOLEMOS
May the anger I carry be avenged by this hand, so that Mycenae and Sparta, too, may know that mother Skyros bears brave men.
PHILOKTETES
Well spoken, boy.
What wrath have they incited in you?
NEOPTOLEMOS
Philoketetes, I will tell you everything, although it pains me to remember. When I came to Troy, they heaped dishonor on me, after Achilles had met his death in battle….
PHILOKTETES
Tell me no more until I am sure I've heard rightly: is Achilles, son of Peleus, dead?
NEOPTOLEMOS
Yes, dead, shot down by no living man, but by a god, so I've been told. He was laid low by Lord Apollo's arrows.