Once they marooned you. Let us see if they'll save you.
PHILOKTETES
Not if salvation means going to Troy.
NEOPTOLEMOS
What will we do, then, since I cannot convince you? It is better, it seems, that I stop talking, and you go on living without hope of a cure.
PHILOKTETES
Let me suffer the things I must.
But what you promised, touching my hand,
you must do. Take me home without delay.
Forget Troy.
I am tired of lamenting here.
NEOPTOLEMOS
All right. Let us sail.