PHILOKTETES
Is this the truth? Is this what you wanted?
NEOPTOLEMOS
A great need forces these things upon us.
Quell your anger.
PHILOKTETES
I am destroyed. I am betrayed.
Why, stranger, have you done these things?
Give me back my bow.
NEOPTOLEMOS
I cannot. Duty and my own ambition force me to obey those men who command me.
PHILOKTETES
O fire, o utter terror, o terrible craftsman of all wickedness, the things you have done to me! How you have betrayed me! Are you not ashamed to look down on me, who have kneeled to you, the suppliant, you bitter ones?