Never. Not even if the lord of lightning devours me in thunderous fire! Let Troy be ruined and all those before its walls who cast me away here in my lameness! Friends, grant me one last request.
CHORUS
What is it?
PHILOKTETES
If you have a sword, or an axe, or a knife, then bring it to me.
CHORUS
What will you do with it?
PHILOKTETES
I will cut off my head, cut off my foot, cut myself apart with my own hand. My mind wants nothing but death.