Philoctetes

By Sophocles.

Translated by Francis Storr.

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Argument

Nine years before the play begins Philoctetes, afflicted by a noisome wound, had been landed by the Greek chiefs on the desert island of Lemnos. He bore with him the famous bow and arrows of Heracles; and without these, as a seer afterwards declared to them, Troy could not be taken. So Odysseus was commissioned to bring back by force or fraud the hero and his arms, and he took with him, to aid him in his purpose, the son of Achilles, Philoctetes’ dearest friend.

When the play begins Odysseus has landed and is instructing Neoptolemus in his part. He is to find Philoctetes and reveal who he is, but pretend that he has come to take him back, not to Troy, but home to Greece. Neoptolemus at first indignantly declines the task and is hardly persuaded to play the traitor. He meets Philoctetes coming forth from his cave, makes himself known, and, to gain his confidence, relates fictitious wrongs that he, too, has suffered at the hands of the Greeks. He consents to take Philoctetes home, but as they are starting for the ship a merchant-captain appears (a sailor disguised by Odysseus) who tells them that the Greek captains have sent in pursuit of both. They hasten their departure, but first visit the cave that Philoctetes may fetch away the simples he needs to dress his wound. As he is leaving the cave Philoctetes is seized with a paroxysm of pain. Knowing that after such attacks deep slumber is wont to follow, he entrusts his bow and arrows to Neoptolemus who swears to keep them safe and restore them to their owner. On awakening he demands his bow, but Neoptolemus refuses to give it back and confesses the plot that Philoctetes now suspects. Stung by the denouncement of his treachery and the pathetic appeal to his better nature, Neoptolemus repents him and is in the act of restoring the bow, when Odysseus, who has been watching the scene in hiding, appears to prevent him. The bow Odysseus will have; Philoctetes may go or stay as he chooses. The pair depart together for the ships and Philoctetes is left behind with the chorus of sailors who endeavour to persuade him to return with them. But he is obdurate and they are about to leave him when Neoptolemus is seen hurrying back with the bow, closely followed by Odysseus who tries in vain to arrest him and threatens to denounce him as a traitor to the host. Philoctetes regains his bow and would have used it to let fly a mortal shaft at Odysseus, had not Neoptolemus stayed his hand. Again he is urged to go back to Troy and again he refuses. Neoptolemus true to his word, reluctantly agrees to convey him home. At this point an apparition is seen in the air above them, the divine form of Heracles, sent by Zeus from Olympus to bid Philoctetes go back to Troy with Neoptolemus and so fulfil the oracle. At last he bows to the will of Heaven.

Dramatis Personae

Odysseus
Neoptolemus
Philoctetes
Sailor (disguised as merchant captain)
Heracles
Chorus, Scyrian sailors of Neoptolemus’ crew

Scene: Rocky coast on the island of Lemnos.

Philoctetes

	Enter Odysseus, Neoptolemus; in the background, a Sailor.
Odysseus	Son of Achilles, Neoptolemus, Sprung from the noblest of the Grecian host, This is the beach of Lemnos, sea-girt isle, A land untrod, untenanted, where once, As bidden by the chiefs, I put ashore The Malian, son of Poeas, grievously Afflicted by his foot’s envenomed wound. For us there was no peace at sacrifice Or at libations, but the whole camp rang With his discordant screams and savage yells, Moaning and groaning. But what skills it now To tell this tale? No time for large discourse That might betray our presence and undo The plot I’ve laid to catch him presently. To work! it rests with thee to play thy part, And help me to discover hereabouts A cave with double mouth by nature made To catch on either side the winter sun, Or by the breeze that through the archway blows Invite in summer’s heat to gentle sleep; And lower down, a little to the left, A spring, if still it flows, thou art like to find. Go warily to work and bring me word, Whether he still is there or further gone. That done, thy part will be to listen, mine To instruct, that both may gain our common end.
Neoptolemus	No distant quest, my lord Odysseus, this; Here, if I err not, is the cave thou seek’st.
Odysseus	Above me or below? I see it not.
Neoptolemus	Up there; but not a footfall can I hear.
Odysseus	Look if he be not