Why do you beseech us now?
PHILOKTETES
I am destroyed.
My foot, what will I do with you
for what remains of my life?
Come back to me, friends.
CHORUS
Come back to do what? Have you changed your mind?
PHILOKTETES
It is not just to be angry when a man driven mad by stormy anguish speaks thoughtlessly.
CHORUS
Come with us, poor man, as we have asked.