By the gods, if you still hold the gods in respect, come to a stranger who approaches with good heart. Think closely of what you are doing. It is up to you to flee your destruction. To feed fate with your flesh is pitiful. Your body will never learn to endure the pains, the ten thousand pains of the sickness possessing you.
PHILOKTETES
You pour salt on old wounds. Still, you are better than any of those who came to me before. Why have you also wounded me?
CHORUS
What do you mean?
PHILOKTETES
You wanted to take me to hateful Troy.
CHORUS
I think that is best.