NEO. Nay, not without thee, there is my distress!
Lest I convey thee to thy bitter grief.
[page 243][914-946] PHI. How? How, dear youth? I do not understand.
NEO. Here I unveil it. Thou art to sail to Troy,
To join the chieftains and the Achaean host.
PHI. What do I hear? Ah!
NEO. Grieve not till you learn.
PHI. Learn what? What wilt thou make of me? What mean’st thou?
NEO. First to release thee from this plague, and then
With thee to go and take the realm of Troy.
PHI. And is this thine intent?
NEO. ’Tis so ordained
Unchangeably. Be not dismayed! ’Tis so.
PHI. Me miserable! I am betrayed, undone!
What guile is here? My bow! give back my bow!