Isn't it shameful, boy, that Odysseus thinks his words are wondrous enough to persuade me to let him cart me back to Troy, and parade me too before the whole Greek army? I would sooner trust my enemy, the viper that bit me and crippled me at Chryse. Let him try what he will, now that I know he's coming. Let us go now, boy, and hope that a great seaswell will rise and crest and keep our ship from Odysseus's. To be quick at the right occasion, you know, makes for untroubled sleep when work is done.
NEOPTOLEMOS
When the headwind dies down, we will sail.
The powers of the air work against us now.
PHILOKTETES
Whenever you flee evil men, that is good sailing.
NEOPTOLEMOS
True, but the wind is against them as well.
PHILOKTETES
In the minds of pirates, no wind is against them so long as they can steal and pillage.