NEOPTOLEMOS
I won't keep it from you any longer. You must sail to Troy, to the Achaeans, to the armies of the Atreids.
PHILOKTETES
Ah! What are you saying?
NEOPTOLEMOS
Do not groan until you learn.
PHILOKTETES
What must I learn?
What are you planning to do with me?
NEOPTOLEMOS
First, to cure you of this misery. Then you and I will destroy the Trojan nation.