PHILOKTETES
Let go of my hand now, boy.
NEOPTOLEMOS
No. I will not let go.
PHILOKTETES
Why do you keep me from killing my enemy?
NEOPTOLEMOS
It would not be a brave act for you or me.
PHILOKTETES
The lords of the army, the false heralds of the Greeks, are cowards in battle, however brave their words.