I wonder, and I keep on wondering. You should not be going off to Troy, and you should keep me from going there. Those men have wronged you, robbed you of your father's weapons. Will you still help them, and make me do the same? No. Take me home as you have promised, and then stay in Skyros. Let these men die badly, as they deserve. Your father and I will be grateful to you, for by helping the wicked you become like them.
NEOPTOLEMOS
Your words have merit. Still, you must trust the gods, and my word, and come as my friend.
PHILOKTETES
Come to the bitter plains of Troy, to the accursed Atreids with my foot like this?
NEOPTOLEMOS
No, not to enemies, but to those who can help, who can save you and your foot from this savage disease.
PHILOKTETES
What you urge is terrible.
Can I believe what you tell me?